[Written at top of first page] Will mail you "grip" tomorrow. See last inside bag.W2495 TO MARY BAKER MCQUESTEN from her husband, Isaac
Aug 23 1886
To: Maryh Baker McQuesten Hespeler, Ontario
From: Whitehern, Hamilton, Ontario
My own Doll,
Home these dark short evenings is almost worse than no home at all without a wife. Perhaps it is wrong to say that. But if one never had wife or home he would not know what it is to be without them. And it makes me sadder to think of a sweet pure little one like you having to lie in a bed of pain when you don't deserve it. And I have all well when I ought to have something like sciatica in every part of my body.1
Your father is quite well, drove with Willie Murray in the Hendrie's swell rig at Donald's funeral. In utter dearth of any thing to write you, sweetest, I have just telephoned to Mrs. Mullin to know if she has any thing to say. She has just succeeded in baking excellent bread; is herself busted; and tomorrow expects a new girl of the name & lineage of Sir David McPherson. She sends her love & hopes soon to see you back here.
If I can will get up tomorrow evening. But I want to get a number of other matters under weigh [sic] this week, & do not want to feel half dizzy so do not feel disappointed if I do not come. I will Wed. Evg. In any case. This changing beds is not conducive to rest.
I am afraid this has been a bad day for you. Good-bye, darling. May you sleep sweetly.
Yours as ever, [Sweetie?] [Isaac]
1 Mary Baker McQuesten suffered nervous exhaustion from time to time and required rest. Isaac here feels that he is responsible, but it is not known exactly why in this instance. However, we do know that Isaac was an alcoholic. See also W2492.