Piqua, Dec'r 6, 1855.
Dear Jimmy: - Once again I am seated to write a few lines to you. I said I would not write any more, but you know I can't refrain from it, and as I have been living in a perfect Hell, if you will allow me the expression, it is a hard one but nevertheless true, and I have been tormented day and night since I came home. He saw me kiss you and that was enough. Oh, I have had to suffer for it. I did not think he saw me, but he was watching me. I am so near beside myself I hardly know what I am doing. He says I shall not go home any more, and he says he will not get me any more clothes, and then I can't go as much as I have. Now I can't stand this any longer and I appeal for your help.
I have thought of one more plan; I am going to make one more proposition to you, and if you will do it I will grant you the request you have so long asked of me, as soon as you do what I want you to do, or before, if you will only do what I want you. Now it is this, you make a proposition to him to go with you to look at some new country—to Oregon or Wisconsin, or some other place—and name the period right off, and if he says he has not the means, you tell him you will furnish him with the means if he will go for company; then I will persuade him to go, and then you can go on horseback or on the cars, and you can take your two horses and go part of the way on the cars, and you can take the horses and go the rest of the way—that is till you get a good ways from here, and you can procure your poison and administer it in his oysters and he will never know the difference; you can eat your oysters on the road or you can give them to some farmhouse, they will never know the difference, and you can pretend to take it hard to think you have to turn back. When you accomplish what I have told you, then you can telegraph to me that he is dead; I will tell the Templars and have them make up thirty dollars and send to you to bear his expenses. If you will come up as soon as you get this I will tell you better.—Now Dear do come, you know I love you—you are well aware of it. I will write no more till I see you. Come up right away. My ink is pale.
Yours in life or death.
From yours or one that loves you.