Letter 8
To Mrs. E_______, America
Salekard, Dec. 20th 20___.
Father Newton found him, dear deprived Father Charles, screaming out for death and cursing the rain. He prepared a grand funeral pyre, the flames stretched nigh the heavens, and gentle Father Charles nestled, seated atop the brambles, awaiting the fingered flames to succumb him to nothingness. Yet, Mother Nature could not endure her body void of such a notable creature and saw fit to cast down tears of sympathy, heavy tears in a rush to squelch the flames and free the man of the face of death. Father Charles ironically chuckles now, as he relates the tale, yet I am seized with fascination at the workings of Nature – that She alone would recognize the inherent goodness inside the man to whom society turned a blind eye. Father Newton willed Father Charles down from his aborted death throne and ushered him into a wretched cave in which the former resided, nursing him back to health with tender humane kindness. The initial reason for Father Newton’s intervention held selfish means as the older man’s hunting expedition of the day was greatly disturbed due to the lamenting cries of Father Charles – he intended to wrestle with the culprit until, nearing the hulking figure, he deduced an injustice so trite he could not leave the man to face his demons alone.
Your loving brother,
Walt
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