My highly esteemed friend,

Dear Mr. Lippincott,

Before me is your dear kind letter dated July 8th. My! How very long mail takes today! I thank you with all my heart for the generous enclosure, for the 15$ you were so kind to send me. I cannot find words to thank you! You have a wonderful heart, a wonderful soul! May the Almighty return it to you a hundredfold. May you always enjoy the best of health—may you never want! Such is my daily prayer for you, you goodhearted noble being! I am sure I never will be able to return the dollars—the numerous, many dollars you have sent me. That is really one of the principal things I want to live for, to prove my great gratitude to you. Otherwise life has very little charm for me.

I have a daughter—we lived together 37 years!! I provided for her 37 years, and at that high age she all of a sudden decided to marry. In one way, of course, I am happy that she married the man of her choice and that she married a man of good standing and a good position—but I have lost her! Unfortunately I do not agree at all with my son in law. Why? I am sure I do not know. I think he does not like old ladies and does not like to hear of my ailments, ailments which old age brings. We had one great difference when they first lived here in my flat. In a few words I will tell you, dear Mr. Lippincott. He lived here with Olga, had the privilege of the whole flat, barring one back room which was let and brought 50 marks. My son in law agreed to pay everything, but he had the advantage of my reasonable rent (I have the contract for the flat—he pocketed the 50 marks which the back room brought—and I was to pay him 130 marks a month for my living besides 10 pfennigs for every telephone call. I did that 3 months. The 3rd month I said that I thought 130 marks was quite a good deal for me to pay as I am a very poor eater—hardly eat anything and I asked whether he would not be satisfied with 100 marks. I must remark that all my friends and acquaintances thought that I did not pay anything. Well, there was a great fuss about my question and he was mortified to have his and my acquaintances know that I was paying him for my living here. They canceled their written agreement with me and left after 3 months. Ever since then we are not friends any more. And today yet, when I recall this matter, I am of no other opinion than at that time: my son in law did not act gentlemanly toward me ——–

I am sorry to have troubled you, with my letter dated July 18th, but it was just one month that I had sent the little chain and I was worried that 4 weeks had passed and I without news whether it had arrived. I am very happy that it is in your possession and happy that you like it and are wearing it. May it bring you a world of good luck.

I have had a long letter from Mr. Burgess. He says he has known the Herrmanns since years and never heard of a Mrs. Smith. He advises me not to answer that insolent letter and is kind enough to give me the address of the lawyer of the Magic Circle in New York and has advised me to write to him—maybe he knows something about Mrs. Herrmann’s will. You are right, dear Mr. Lippincott, Mrs. S. has the upper hand, but I am not done with her yet. Meanwhile I will try and toil and work honestly as I have done all my life and so gain the esteem of my acquaintances and friends.

Times are very hard and very exciting. I never thought politics would effect me so! Last week I was very busy, looking over my calendars of the years 1924, 25, and 26, writing out the lessons a baritone Mr. Werner Philipp had—he did not pay them, and is earning a lot of money now singing Radio, belonging to a quartet. Imagine, he has had 229 lessons and only charging him 6 marks a lesson, realizes the sum of 1374 marks which he owes me. Miss Meri’s brother is a Dr. Meger here in Berlin, quite a noted lawyer. As Miss Meri does not pay anything, her brother has taken this case in hand and will sue Mr. Philipps if he does not pay. I hope something will come of it.

Well, Mr. Lippincott, do enjoy your vacation, go swimming and sailing, but take good care of yourself and be sweet and send me a line from your summer resort. Pray for me! Do! Of course, this house work almost kills me and I am unfortunately not accustomed to it. My occupation was a sitting one and now it is just the contrary. I think you would laugh to see me work. Oh, by the way,  I am not doing any more cooking—I have my dinner sent in. Right opposite my flat is a private table, a lady that cooks and sends out the dinners. The dinner is brought in a very clean menage—very nice clean white porcelain dishes and they fetch the dishes in half an hour again. Price 90 pfennigs and 10 pfennigs tip, all in all 1 mark! The dinner is quite good, is all one can ask for that price, but thank Heaven I need not go out shopping for meat and vegetables and need not wash dishes nor pots. Fancy they send out about 30 dinners every day, it is a great comfort and relief for me.

Once more a million of thanks. I end these lines, as I began them, with a world of thanks. You do not begin to know the good you are doing. You do not begin to know how grateful I am. God bless you and shield you from every harm and danger. In everlasting gratitude and truth, sincerely

Corelli

I happen to see on your business paper that you have a representative house in Paris. Dear Mr. Lippincott, would it be possible to find out who owns the house Rue Maleville No. 2 in Paris? It did belong to my relations by the name of Sachse, they were 3 brothers Fernand, Emile, and Charles Sachse, and if the house was sold then I was to have a share. The house is sold. but I do not know to whom nor can I possible find the Sachse brothers—more in my next letter. Perhaps you are my guardian angel and can help me to some of my inheritance. Only please forgive me troubling you.

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