his feet to the fire, and Mother sits by the fire with her knitting, and just now said, "Poor Lyle! give him my love."  She thinks if your throat dont get better you ought to try to resign.  Tomorrow is National Thanksgiving, we all expect to go to Desmoines.  We truly have great cause for thanks at this time.  We have 6 - 7 live Rebels in our jail in Des Moines, Guerrillas they were captured in Decature Co this State, and from a Mo. Rebel Regt.  It is hoped the will be treated in a "hostile manner".  Well my dear it is growing late, and I have been sewing all day and my eyes feel badly, so I must close, although I feel that I have said but little.  I will send those shirts either by Barton who has not gone yet or by Wilcox.  May The Merciful Father keep you in health, and all truth is the prayer of your Mary.