The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1915-01-19
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dearest---a little bit more lonely
than | ever have been before In
my life. You may think this
strange, man O. mine. for you
and ! have been separated often
and for longer period than you
have been away from me this
time.
My heart hurts with longing
for you. I want to feel your
arms about me; want to look
into your dear eyes to see that
queer little crooked smile that
makes your mouth tell tales even
before you speak,
But most of all I want you to
tell me you love me. isn't II
strange, dear, that the lover al
ways asks his sweetheart: do
you love me?" but II is the wife
who must always question her
husband. So here l am sending
my very soul out to you with the
words: do you love mel"
Don't laugh at me, dear heart,
and say "of course. | do" take
me In your arms and hold me
close to your heart and tell II to
me with the little catch In your
jvoice that II had when you said
to me the other day; Whatever
Happens. remember, dear, love
you, have loved you always"
What can happen II this be
true? And yet sometimes when
you are away from me my heart
grows cold with apprehension.
THE irish imagination be-
queathed me by my father rises
above all that puritan calm that
Is the heritage from my mother
and | grow terror-stricken, my
breath comes cold across my lips,
my heart stops beating, some-
thing clasps my throat, strangle
and gasp at the thought. Per
haps, some day | shall ask: DO
lyou love mel" and see only in
difference In your eyes.
What do other women do, dear
IDick, when they see indifference
in the eyes OF those they love?
II seems to me that ! would
rather see hate for would al
most feel that love could not be
buried so deeply under hate az
under indifference.
Hate is soemthing tangible,
something with which you can
battle, and, perhaps, overcome,
but Indifference, so cold, so calm,
SO pitiless-Godl Dick, don't
ever become Indifferent to me,
don't ever reach the point where
what shall do or what l shall
say means nothing to you one
way or the other.
l know | am silly, dear, to har-
row up my emotions in this way,
but | don't want to grow calm
and cold. but affectionate, | want
to love you-love you. want to
thrill when your hand touches
mine, to tremble when you are
cross, to weep when you are sad
want all the JOY and all the
terror of loving and being loved.
Do other women write letters
like this to their husbands? DO
husbands want their wives to
pour out their hearts In this way
to them?
A woman told me today that
she thought a woman very much
| in love with her husband bored
him to death, and not an hour
after I saw her husband lunching
with a woman who certainly was
giving her emotions fair play.
did not hear what they were say
ing, but IL ever love looked anto
loves returning eyes" 1t did
across that table.
Perhaps seeing this is what
made me so lonely for you
This and an astonishing bit
Of news which ] won't tell you
until you come homeland then
you have not written. Sometimes
| feel that when you go away from
me you shut me out OF your life as
completely as though ] were dead
THAT you forget me absolutely
Don't you ever wonder about
what am doing? Don't you ever
wish I were with you? Don't you
ever have a feeling that II you
should go away some time for q
|iong, long time and never write
me, Imight forget?
Oh, my dear, my dear. write
me. No, l won't ask that, for u
you do not love me so much that
YOU can't help writing when you
are away l would rather you
would not write to me although
liz breaks the heart of one you
call Margie.
Little book, / am giving this
letter to you--I could not send
lit to Dick, because IL he called IL
emotional and silly / would hate
him.
CONTINUED Tomorrow
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