Dear Hugh:
I Ve thought of letters yards long but I’m not going tc write them. I just want to say that you are the finesi thing that ever happened to me outside of my mother, anc I respect you more than any fellow I ve ever known. I n ashamed because I started you drinking and I hope you 1 stop it. I feel toward you the way Harry Slade does, onh more I guess. You’ve done an awful lot for me.
I want to ask a favor of you. Please leave women alone Keep straight, please. You don’t know how much I wan you to do that.
Thanks for all you’ve done for me.
Carl.
Hugh’s eyes filled with tears when he read tha
letter. Carl seemed a tragic figure to him, and h
missed him dreadfully. Poor old Carl! Wha
hell it must have been to tell his mother! “And h
wants me to keep straight. By God, I will. . .
I ’ll try to, anyhow.”
