Palatka daily news. [volume] (Palatka, Fla.) 1919-1994, 1922-10-20

Another amazing chapter in the tenn
pestuous love tragedy of Rector Hall
and Mrs. Mills was made public to-
day in the form of additional letters
written to the clergyman by his
wonder heart choir singer
One of the letters follows:
Dearest, dearest, boy: -
wasn't l happy to find sweet
note, for I didn't expect that you
would risk leaving one for me yester-
day. Such delicious eclairs.
"And the book is more interesting
than you thought it would be. After
Tread it we will talk about it.
"My darling, how well 20 useem
today. l must have caught cold, but
l don't know when, and l am tired
today-want to lie with you and rest
for hours.
"And, honey, you put the dear
picture in my hymn book. Oh, you
sweet, adorable babykins. of mine.
Minnie used my hymnal for the or
gan and | wonder if she saw them,
although l don't care one bit She
provokes me so at times and tonight
if her flowers are still here, I'll put
them in the kitchen.
"Not that l am jealous of Minnie.
Why, darling, there isn't anything to
be jealous of. But I hate her to do
for you what l thought of first She
couldn't swear l put the flowers on
your desk. She surmised it was l.
Oh, well, poor Minnie. She is easily
contented with crumbs, isn't she,
dear?
"How are you tonight, darling
You seemed rested and happy. We
didn't have minute alone, but it
will appear so times.
Dearest, l am not dreaming to-
day. AS l look out of the window
form no thought in my mind-just
drifting on, staring at nothing in
particular, and l always do that
when I'm tired. The note | left yes.
terday was crumpled, but l had tc
E hide it in my small orange purse, as
, I met him. And please excuse hasti.
, ness in writing some times, as l can.
not be alone always. How glad. I am
, school resumes sessions tomorrow
and l can be alone to write.
, II could never belong to q clut
D and go where three is incessant
y laughter and conversation. | neeC
my dream times, my hours, alone
, and other people irritate and disturb
me.
There isn't much of interest in
the papers today. One line in an ar
ticle says all life is a hunger and
how true that is. A hunger for what
will satisfy, but what a variety OF
, tastes in people! And because you
} and | hunger for the same things is
the reason for our longing to be to.
gether as much as possible.
E "My love is deep, calm, quiet to-
: day. l am in the mood to listen tc
o music.
yesterday l was talking to Mrs
Bruins. Couldn't pass and not listen
, as she was ready for conversation
She was saying someone next tt
= Hopkins was married yesterday ant
they were queer people. Told. Mrs
Hopkins they live in differen
+ world than some people. Mrs. Bruins
is too ignorant to understand that
! of course, and my, I wish you heart
= what disrespectful language Mrs. 3
y used But l let her rave. l hate t.
f talk to Mrs. Bruins, and never do i
= l can avoid it, but at times | must b
a policte, even if it is to listen to he
e ignorance.
"And honey mine, isn't it true
=, live in different world? Today
i am not wide awake. am not sad
but quiet. Yesterday l was rollick
ing. Oh, love these moods-the
mean intense life fire.
"Of course, dear, the people VIII
4 live next to Hopkins really near
lie That they have different aims, COZ
IN versation. educational, intellect, tina
IS some people, but the Bruins don
. understand that What are tt
Bruins? Ignorance that screeche
or the vrey air is painted with the
0S warbled minds.
e. ooh. darling, if I had an incon
Us of my own l would be very selfish,
Ks guess. I'd build a waiting love ne
where l could dress unmolested al
~ not care if ever saw people to ia
~ to. Books and music, pictures. o