December 14th, 1915.
Received by James Padgett
I am your own, Helen.
Well my dear Ned, I can scarcely write as I am so filled with awe over what has happened tonight that my power to write has almost left me.
But my darling I must tell you that you are very dear to the Master and a child of the Father's Love to a very great degree.
Such love, I never before saw displayed and I never expected to see it, especially bestowed upon you who are so dear to me.
I must not try to write more tonight as I am so filled with love and wonder and thankfulness that I can hardly think. So my own dear Ned, love me with all your heart and soul, and believe that I love you too. But when I think of this night and the great love that was bestowed upon you, my love seems like a mere shadow; but it is all that I have to give you, and I give all I have.
So sweetheart, goodnight.
Your own true and loving,