September 16, 1889
Dear Sybille,
By the time you read this, I will be a married man. You are the first one besides my beloved who I am telling. It is complicated, and I would prefer to explain further in person.
I have eloped, Sybille. I believe you remember Miss Flint? I love her dearly Sybille, truly. And I wish to spend the rest of my life with her. I am sorry you didn't get to learn sooner, but no one knew.
I have suggested to my bride-to-be that we make plans for a good and proper wedding when summer comes along. That way all of you can be there, and any gossip will hopefully have calmed by then.
From,
Ace