Sunday Sep 29 '67
Dear daughter
		We have recd yours of the 
22nd [inst.?] _ You seem to suppose that Mother
worries over your case _ but really she
shows no more than a natural anxiety
about you & rests exceedingly well
content that you are doing well _ I should
judge that as you say that you are at
least no worse, that perhaps you are a little
better, for I have always had faith in your
getting well _ As if I joined any church it
would have to be the old School Presbyterian or
Mahomedan, you may suppose that I rest
satisfied that all will be for best, or at least
if not so that I can't help it _ As at present
adviser I can see no use of your stopping at [illegible]
If you wish to try a method of care different
from the one you are under _ why try the [illegible]
cure or any other you would prefer _ but I beleive
I would condemn one before I would try another
But as I have said before do whatever you may
deem best & I will be content _ In coming
home take easy stages & don't tire
			    yourself

Give me timely warning, how much money
to send you and & I will see to the
matter punctually _
	The boys say that Perry Montgomery is
learning Tom had tricks, as he rides him off
every Sunday afternoon to see the girls but
as Perry is a very light weight, very steady &
careful, there can be no objection, especially
as he goes to the [illegible] near Uncle Henry's –
Tom looks very well & feels ditto _ I rode him
to W. yesterday & as to the blue Kitten he grows
like a greenhay horse _
	Give yourself no uneasiness about
squandering means _ Any expenditure that
gives any rational hope of releif is well
laid out _ and I wish you to do whatever
you may think for the best & I will never
complain of the cost _ Charley Melcher
was jut complaining that Henry out-
weighed him one pound _ We have had no frost
yet to hurt even sweet potatoes or pumpkin vines, tho'
now & all day it has been blowing a very hard gale
from the N_E_ but oh what a drouth! The clouds are
flying & becoming darker & so as Jim is just ready to
put a new roof on his house I suppose it will rain _
"nous verrons" as old Tom Ritchie used to say _
		Affectionately [yr?] father ChW Cathcart