November 17, 1898

Rainy weather, and a full grown rain it is to. Keeps on pouring down in good shape. Our boy is a little sick to day, feels uneasy. Expected a letter from home to day, but we got left. Rahar wanted me again to night, but I had to refuse, having work here. Will not refuse him again. More work is in sight and things seems to come my way. I hope it keeps on. Received glue & tissue to day and paid a few bills after collecting some little money.