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interested. I wish I could talk with you both. I wish to ask you, Do you
receive the two dollars a week that I arranged to have sent you by the
Australian Union Conference? Please tell me in regard to this. Brother
Hindson says that generally the money has been placed to your credit
on the Office books, and that you have sent to the Office orders for
goods, which have been filled. Would you prefer to have the money
sent you? If so, please let this be known, and it will be done.
I made the arrangement before leaving Australia that you were to
receive a certain sum each week. The brethren gave me their word
that they would do as I had requested. Please let me know your
circumstances, and if the arrangement that I made has not been carried
out, I will write again about it. I do not want you to suffer for want of
food and clothing.
It is not right that Frank does not write to you often. I am very sorry
that he does not do this, and that he does not give you any financial
help. Be assured that you shall not want while I live, if you will keep
me acquainted with your circumstances. If your children neglect their
duty, I will try to supply the lack, though I am paying interest on
twenty thousand dollars.
Please write to me every mail. In the last mail I sent a response
to your question regarding your coming to America. I dare not take
the responsibility of deciding this matter. You can do as you think
best, and as your friends shall decide. I dare not at my age take any
more responsibility. I have very heavy burdens to bear in connection
with the cause of God. Morning after morning I rise at one and two
o’clock, to write out important matters.—
Letter 41, 1905
. (To Brother
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and Sister Stephen Belden).
In every mail that goes to Australia I send a letter to Stephen
Belden, with copies of letters that I have written to others. If I happen
to miss a mail, he feels this deeply. Just now I am sending him all that
I can; for I fear that each mail that goes will be the last in which I can
send him anything. Poor man, he is dying of cancer, and I am so far
away that I cannot be near to help him. But I can write to him, and I
can pray for him.—
Letter 348, 1906
.