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Minneapolis Sept. 2nd, 1860
My dear Jim,
I have heard that you were sick, and I could not resist the temptation of writing, to inquire if it was true and if so, if you are very sick, or if you are now getting better? I cannot bear the idea of your being sick, especially in a strange place, with no one, but strangers to care for you. You must not think me foolish, but I have been very much worried concerning you. I have been expecting you every Saturday night for three weekends. Have always been sadly disappointed, but, as I am used to waiting , I consoled myself with the thought that another week will soon roll around and then he will surely come. But, oh Jim you don't know how long the weeks sometimes appear. I have been looking for you all day, and now, as I cannot see you, I must content myself, with thinking about you and writing to you. I sincerely wish the day wold speedily arrive, when, in sickness as well as in health, we will be a source of help, and happiness to each other, and
when both the joys, and sorrows, of one will be shared by the other. I wish you were here, Jim, that I might tell you how impossibly dear you are to me and how deeply I sympathize with you.
I believe Pop has concluded not to go south this winter but to stay and build Wilkins' house. He is going down to the fort next week to work on the fair buildings, by that time he will be done with the Harrisons house. I have had two invalids to nurse for the last two weeks, but they have now retired, and Pop is away. The last words he said to me were "Ginnie don't sit up late, but go to bed and try to get rested" so I must make my letter as short as possible or he will come home and find me disobeying him which will be awful. This is the second time I ever undertook to write to you as I am not used to writing to gentlemen. I scarcely know what to write. I know what you would say "write just what you think" but if I did, I would fill half a dozen sheets like this, and you would only think me a little goose for my pains. So I will only say what is uppermost in my mind. I love you dearly and am very sorry that you are sick, and if I could, I would gladly go to you (and not go away again either).
Please come up as soon as possible. I forgot to tell you Althea is not married (which pleases Pop amazingly). By assuring you that you possess my fervent love as well as my sympathy I must close. Believe me to be your own,
Ever affectionate
Ginny