“I had a dream last night,” Pearl wrote in July. “I dreamed he came here and I thought several were here too. They were enjoying their selfs but he didn’t have any thing to say and I thought he was the saddest looking boy I ever seen. He was sitting by the door.”

     “I dreamed he was here again,” she continued in a later entry. “He was sad. That time he was handling a pistol some how. I think he was just as sad in my dream as he told me he was. I think them two dreams has a meaning and what it is I don’t know.”

     “October is bright blue weather,” Pearl wrote a few months later, “but I could enjoy it if it wasn’t for this sad old heart of mine. But it will rejoice some day by and by. It’s sad so sad for me. I have thought for many many days I would get my one desire but all hopes have fled. But I pray on and on. My prayers have been for those sweet moments when the wonder of your love was fully known. I seem to feel your loving strong arms again and then — I miss you so my darling!”