Cañon City record., 1901-03-14
LETTER XVIII.

LETTER XVIII.
Dearest-Not having had letter
from you this morning. have read
ever some back ones and find In one
. bidding which have never fulfilled,
to tell you what do all day. Was that
TO avoid the too great length of my tell
ing you what l thinkf Yet you get
more of me this way than that What
I do Is every day much the same, while
what think is always different How.
ever. since you want a woman OF ac-
tion rather than of brain. here / start
telling you.
wake punctual and hungry at the
sound of Nan.nnn's drawing OF the
blinds. Wait till she is gone (the old
darling potters and tattles. II is her
most possessive moment OF me In the
day. except when l sham headaches
and let her put me To bed; then !
have my hand under my pillow and
drnw out your las; for reading that
has lost count whether II is the TWEEN
ty-second or the tifty-second time. dis
cover new beauties In IL and run to the
glass TO discover new beauties In my
self: find them. Benny comes up with
the posts latest, and. behold. my day
In begun
Ia that the sort of thing you want
10 knowf My days are without an
action worth naming. only think
swelling thoughts and write some OF
them. II ever I do anything worth tell
ing. be sure I run a pen and ink race
10 tell you. No. II is man who does
things. A woman only "fusses," TO
adapt 4 word of diminutive sound for
the occasion. unless. good. fortunate.
independent thing. she works for her
own living. and that Is not me.
feel sometimes as n n real bar were
between me and n whole conception OF
life. because have carpets and cur
tains and San-nan and Benny and.
last OF all. you. shutting me out from
the realities OF existence
II you would all leave me Just for
one full moon and come back 20 me
only when I was starving for you all.
for my tea to be brought TO me In the
morning and all the paddingr nj I
cushionings which bolster me up from
morning TIL night. with what q Sigh
Of wisdom ! would drop back into
your arms and would let you draw the
rose colorcd curtains round me ngainl
Now I am afraid lest ! have become
too happy. am leaning 30 far out OF
window to welcome the dawn | seem
TO be tempting a faIi-heavep Itself TO
fall upon me.
What do know truly who only
know NO much happinessF
Dearest. II there is anything else In
love which I do not know. teach Il me
quickly. | am utterly yours II there
Is sorrow to give. give u me. Only let
me have with II the consciousness OF
your love.
oh. my dear. lose myself IL think
Of you so much. What would life have
without you In it, The sun would
drop from my heavens. I see only by
you. You have kissed me on the eyes.
You arc more to mc than my own poor
brain could ever have devised. Had
started TO invent paradise. could not
have invcntcd you. But perhaps you
have invented me. I am something
new TO myself since ] saw you 1rst
God bless you for IT,
Even " you were TO shut your eyes
at me now-though I might 20 blind
you could not unmakc me. THE gods
themselves cannot recall their gifts"
Also that ! am yours Is gift OF the
gods. I VIII trust. and so, not to be re.
called
Kiss me. dearest: here where I have
written this, | am yours. beloved. |
kiss you again and again. Ever your
own making.