NEW YORK, Feb. 1, 1892
MY DEAR MA: I can’t account for your not answering my letter. I am in an awful condition-walking the streets without a penny, with no overcoat and no place to sleep; and then my own mother will not help me. Well, I don’t think you will see me alive again if I can get something to put an end to all my trouble, for I am sick and tired of all this. If you care to keep me from doing this send me $10 or $15 by mail as soon as you get this, so I can get a room someplace for a week. If not I shall most surely carry out my plan. Then you will have no other person but yourself to blame. At this moment I am wild.
The letter was unsigned.