Received your letters of June 5 and 10th, as well as the card. Maybe I’m just plain sentimental, but that was one of the sweetest verses I ever read. I also like to believe it was heartfelt on your part. And I do believe it.
When you began that letter, you did not expect an answer of your question you asked about how the letter would find me, but I’ll tell you anyway. I’m lonely almost to being miserable. Yet I am happy in a way. Being away from you only increases my love for you and it has grown to be hard to bear. That is, it is hard to stay away and gets steadily harder to forget you long enough to keep my mind on my work. I never knew anyone could ever mean so much to me.
Dear one, how I do wish your dream would come true. But of course, there would be a different ending. I was also thankful for the “crystal gazer’s” defense on my behalf. Yes, Dear, I know the part concerning me is true. And you say she told you other truths. How they do it, I’ll probably never know, but don’t believe in them too strongly. I have read too much on them. I even had a friend in the show business who told me they were the greatest fakes on earth. The only trouble with going to them is that they will make a believer out of you and then drain your purse. I went to one, out of fun, and she said I’d meet you in Sulphur Springs. As you know was true. She even said we would have trouble at first, but in the outcome we would be married and have a long, happy life together. They agree on that part. So do we and we will make their prophecy come true. They would both probably be very surprised to know their predictions came true. Ha.
My Darling, you must have the memory of an elephant. I didn’t think I even told you my birthday. Yes, it is June 29th. And day after tomorrow, I will be one quarter century old. I have not received the picture yet, but I am anxiously awaiting tomorrow. There is a possibility we will get mail; and if we do, I’m sure your picture will be in it. I’m practically in a fever from reading your letters and seeing the pictures of you that I have here. If this one should be any better, I’ll probably be a sick man.
By the way, the propaganda letters have ceased. Only those two and I’ve heard no more. And just as they were getting good, too. Ha. I wish they would start again; so I could read the next installment. Ha ha. I don’t believe, however, that it was the notorious Mister X of the West unless he had gotten someone else to mail them for him. They came from different places and in different handwriting. I’m sure it wasn’t any of my closer friends or they would have known I wouldn’t believe them. Besides, I had previously received a letter from one of my friends praising you and in absolute contradiction to the other two.
I like the idea of “two children and someday our own home.” How often I have imagined that. And the home, I hope will be a cozy little place, set behind a big lawn, flowers, and trees. (Lots and lots of trees). There will be a white picket fence around it, and it will be out of town. There is so much I have envisioned and imagined and you will reign as a queen on her throne. (Oops, there I go again, and you told me you didn’t want a throne. Ha.). Very well, then, you shall reign as a wife cherished and loved until (and after) your hair has turned to gray. And our two children (what? three? well, not more than four) shall have plenty of room to play and live in the sun. They shall learn the beauty of nature. I hope no child of mine ever asks me questions I have been asked here by grown men. Such as: Do peanuts grow on trees? What is a baby cow called? They even ask what cotton looks like and what magnolia trees are like. How can you tell one snake from another, etc. ‘Tis disgusting.
Well, my love, I’m out of paper and the PX is closed. So will close. May God be with you My Darling.