June 15, 1917
Dear Niece,
The death of my son Leslie's wife Emma, which occured on last April the 10th at Kerrville Tex, a famous resort for consumtries 75 miles NW of San Antonio, Tex., has brought grief and sorrow into my family.
Upon the advice of the Drs at P. Arthur Tex, my son's home, he took his wife to Kerrville Tex, hoping that the mild climate of the section might restore her health,
but God in his wisdom seen fit to ordain otherwise.
Two months of all that human aid could do for her was done, but of no avail. On the morning of the 10th of April, while partaking of a little food, without a pain or struggle, she passed away.
Far away from home and weeping children, among strangers in a strange land, while she died among strangers and in a strange land, yet she was no stranger to the merciful deeds and kind attention of the good people of Kerrville, who were untiring in their Christian ministrations. My son, being a member of Woodmen of the World, was a source of comfort to him in his affliction.
The body was embalmed and brought home and interred in the family lot three days later.
In my day, I have witnessed many sad scenes. Death has been no stranger to my family, but the saddest scene of all was when the corpse had to be removed from the room where it had lain for eight hours, embombed in a bed of flowers, the tribute of friends and relative