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in pencil [April 4, 1900]

It was very hard for me to leave you all alone at the station this afternoon, my darling--I fear, too that I begrudged those few moments which we might have had alone, for there were many things which I wished to say to you, and the cars between Wellesley and Boston were not very favorable to conversation! I can-

not talk "small talk" with you, dear, and for some reason, a crowd seems out of harmony with the more serious things which we have to think and talk about. No, you must not go South! I wish not to be selfish, but I cannot face you so far away and surely there must be "something" nearer home. If you knew what a lonely feeling I have every night when I do not see you, you would realize what the thought of our separation

next year, means to me. I have such a feeling of serenity in your love, Jeannette. I know that it will not change, and not one thought of questioning whether you think as much of me "today" as you did "yesterday" comes to me. I can least{?} try{?} understand it, for until this winter, I have always wondered and changed my mind and thought-sometimes that you "did" and sometimes, that you "didn't"! Now I know that I shall not be tortured again in that way, and I rest in your love in way that makes me stronger and happier. Am I wrong in feeling that you look happy too, for much the same reason, I wonder! Dear little girl, you are very, very dear to me, and I love to tell you so! If you grow tired of hearing this same old story, you must let me know, and I will try to reform. I am ^{at} house and having a quiet, blissful evening with my dear little mother. I wish that

^{Dearest, if you love me, give up the sweat-shop {?} scheme!}

you were here, too; then my content would be perfect. Tomorrow morning, I understand, an insurance agent is coming to inquire why I do not make more haste in insuring my life; a reporter, to find out what I am planning to do with that valuable commodity, for the next week or so; and the request of the Pawtucket chapter of the Daughters of the Revolution; to suggest that I put some of it into a reception which the chapter is to give me, the last of this month! Well it is all in a day's work, after all! Jeannette dearest, you must not grow used up and ill while in Philadelphia. "All is right with the world", after all, as we shall know some day you and I, when we see things more

clearly than now. There are many anxieties in my life, Jeannette; not all is fair sailing, although I realize how much I have for which I should be thankful. I will talk about the "worries" with you someday, dear, if I may. I cannot talk with any one else, since I must spare my mother all that I can, and cheer her up! Just think how many notes, business + social in nature, I might

have written, instead of spinning on and on with this. It has done me good, however, and I hope that you will not mind this lengthy epistle. It is in place of the good-night talk with my little girl, God bless her, and keep her safely! You will give any messages to Miss Foss? Love for you, darling, always and always, Yours M.E.W.

288, High Street Pawtucket Rhode Island, April the fourth, nineteen-hundred

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