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The letter read:
"Philadelphia, May 1, 1879.
"DEAR BROTHER WILL: I want you and Mr. A. to go down to Don Juan
Arboles's by the first of June. I will be there then. You must be
my best man, as I stand up to marry the sweetest, dearest
wild-flower of a woman that ever bloomed in a land of beauty. Don't
fail me. Josephine will like you for my sake, and you will love her
for your brother.
HENRY."
Most engineers' lives are busy ones and full of accident and incident,
and having my full share of both, I had almost forgotten all these
points about Billy Howell and his Mexican girl, when they were all
recalled by a letter from Billy himself. With his letter was a
photograph of a family group--a be-whiskered man of thirty-five, a
good-looking woman of twenty, but undoubtedly a Mexican, and a
curly-headed baby, perhaps a year old. The letter ran:
"City of Mexico, July 21, 1890.
"DEAR OLD JOHN: I had lost you, and thought that perhaps you had
gone over to the majority, until I saw your name and recognized
your quill in a story.
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