New-York tribune., 1922-10-19
II Want Our LoUe TO Be Truest,
Choir Singer Wrote Slain Rector
Ecsaasies of Passion Revealed in Second Batch of
Notes by Mrs. Mills To Be Made Public; learned
Always TO Shower ssBabykin'' With Her Kisses

Few BRUNSWICK, N. r., Oct. 1ss---
Six more letters written by Mrs.
| Eaeanor Mills, choir singer, TO the Rev.
Edward W. Hall, slain rector, were
made public to-day. The letters follow:
Dearest. dearest boy. Wasn't !
harry TO find sweet note, for ] didn't
expect that you WOULD risk leaving one
for me yesterday. Such delicious
leclairs.
Sand the book is more interesting
than you sho't il would be. After !
read it, We vii, talk about it.
"My darling, how will You seem to-
day? must have caught Geld but I
don't know when and am tired to-day
want to lie with you and rest for
! hours.
"And honey, you put the dear pic
ture i'll my hymn book Oh, you sweet,
adorable babykins of mine. Minnie
used my hyn1nal for the organ and |
wonder IL she saw them, although |
| don't care one bit. She provokes me-
so at times and tonight if her f1owers
| are still here, I'll put them in the
| kitehen Not that / am Jealous of Min
ME. why darling. there isn't anything
to be Jealous Of. But / hate her to
do Tor you what tho't Of first. She
couldn't swear I put the flowers. on
your desk she surmises it was |. On,
! we'll. poor Minnie. She is easily con-
tented with erumbs, isn't she dear.
| .tfew arc you tonight, darling? You
| seemed rested and happy. We didn't
have a minute alone but it will appear
/ so at times.
| she Liked Her Dreant-Tintes
| Dearest, am not dreaming to-day.
| AS look out of the window forfn
no thought in my mind, just drifting
/ on. staring at nothing in particular
| and always do that when ] am tired.
| The note left yesterday was crumpled,
I hut | had to hide it my small orange
! purse as lAet him. And please excuse
1 hasSiness in writing. Sometimes So
| cannot be alone always. How glad
/ ani school resumes sessions tomorrow
/ and I can be alone to write. could
| never belong to club or go where
| there is innocent laughter and con-
Eyersatior. need my dream times, my
hours alone, ard other people irritate
{ and disturb nls.
| "There isn't much OF interest in the
paper to-day. One line in an article
/ says. all life is hunger and how
/ true that is! A hunger Of what Will
satisfy, but what variety OF tastes In
| people And because you and l hunger
/! for the same things is the reason for
/ orr longing to be together as much as
possible.
|, my love is deep, calm, quiet to-day
/ I am in the mood to listen 30 music.
/ yesterday / was talking to Mrs.
| Burns. Couldn't pass and not listen.
| as she was ready for conversation.
| She was saying someone next TO Hop
! kins' was married yesterday and they
were queer people Told Mrs. Hopkins
| they live III different world than
/ some people. Mrs. Burns is too igno-
rant to understand that, of course and,
my, | wish you had heard what disre--
/ spectful language Mrs. 3. Used. But |
Jet her rave. hate to talk to Mrs' =
[ Burns and never do IL car avoid@it
!! but at times I must be polite even it
lat Is TO listen to her ignorance.
7 MAnd@ honey Tnine---isnI il true
! live in different world Today am
not wide-a awake I am not sad-but
quiet. Yesterday l was rollicking- roh,
! love those moods, they mean intense
! life. fire.
"Of course dear, the people who live
next to Hopkins really meant that they
have different aims. conversation,
/ education (underscored), intellect than
| some people, but the Burnss can't un-
! derstand that What afe the Burns
! Ignorance that screeches. The very air
is tainted with their warped minds.
|. Love Nest Lonesome Alone
ooh darling. if had an income Of
! my own, would be very selfish,
guess. I'd build a waiting love nest
where | could dream unnloiested and
I not care IL never saw people te
! talk to. Books and music, pictures
/ oh, what treasures would have. The
birds, the butterflies, the wild
squirrels and all shat I could see in
the woods and field and sky in my
dreams. People would mean nothing
I'd rather watch the bugs and ants as
they crawl aiong-don't you love t.
watch an ant as it creeps along?
Honey. there isn't house larg'
enough for me. My dreams are as bif
as the earth. need the great out
doors to breathe.-live in. Nature, 81
God created it. is what feel q par
Of and / am part Of tit calls m,
just as yearn for the truest things
And darling, sweetheart--that Is VIII!
, y long for our love to be the truest--
! ideal-so pure as we can make it-fo
, then It is truest to nature and thing
! that God created.
aBnt this love nest, you know
q dearie. is dreadfuily lonesome witt
! just me there. Did He say we neede,
: jewels, did He say we needed anythin
g except the mate After that He know
q we would find other things that H
created for our comfort and pleasure
What q joy to read the Bible, how
tells Of God creating all these wonder
n for us.
u Darling could rave 9or hours
= but ! must stop as there are peeper
d, around. only know this, dear, the
G. as God the Creator is real, true, natur
$. is real--true, so our love is the mos
d vital power, the truest Joy that can b
d known in this life and hereafte.
Please don't laugh at this. kno,
e I'm Krazy Kat, but can't be dill
e ferent.
d charlotte talks-then Dan ash
e questions, then he annoys, so how ca
is n write.
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