The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-10-18

| known in this life and hereafter I Please don't laugh at this, l know 1 I'm a crazy cat, but I can't be differ
 .tChar1otte talks-then Don asks questions. then he annoys, so how car | I write?
 Ends of letter No. 1-unaddressed and unsigned.
 1 Happy in Bliss.
 Darling mine. didn't you feel me l purring blsfully contented. And
 close to you, too. Was my goodbye to the others too hasty and should l
 have said more what a truly unex-
 pected pleasure it was, dearesq, | are AS rode along I thought this
 is where I find my greatest joy to be ! near my man, what care l for what other people call pleasure; to be near you, although did not dare look al my noble boys face, this is all l 1 ask.
 How friendly our Easton avenue l road seems to us and, dear dearest 1 boy, every time you take your hat 1 your face. Monday, too And 1t IS i new message of love every time | you do and my heart sings for joy; | yes. and I could fling my arms about 1 you and pur kisses on my babykin's $ head and face.
 1 Grandma is here. I must s,op, 1 sweetheart, my true heart I could
 crush you. Oh. I am wtId ton1gnt' | (End of Letter No. Two.) | QNumber Three folloWs.)
 My True Heart.
 ''I don't know why I feel this way
 God, I know. Oh, know that as
 much as I know you are my true 1 heart that He is watching and crying l and we are never alone. He is always physical closeness. He is near for we know He meant His children to 1 taste deeply of all things. Was Pam religious? Did she no more than you. The Christ she | thought He was, he was her true 1 mate.
 q am the resurrection and the l life-and if he knew that then there would be no Painless for him but a l prayerful life-a desire to be like his always forever beloved Cecil. Ask me any part of the book and IT will rem ember it. PauPs mother 1 was English (Page 94.) 1 1T have much work I ought to do, but can't today. I must wait until this mood passes and l come down much? l know that now I could 1 leave, yes, even your physical pres l ence and go into g. convent. You l are always in my mind and heart | else touch you, call you dear rub your tired body, sew your torn trousers.
 'Oh, darling.
 ''Oh. darling, I don't ever want to call you dear or honey if anyone else can. Aren't you glad that none but you can call me dear names?
 One time told you I hated your work. I hated yoir parish. I guess it is because l am Jealous of it, be- cause it must always come first in your life. Not because of conventions -nO-blIf because 60 When the man at the gate at Man haitian Beach called you doctor and l. without Joking at you (I'm a witchb know it thrilled you, the kind of thriil that brings tears of joy to your eyes.
 "Oh, I know 1t because you are a true priest-born for it. And because tion I am merely your physical in spiration and you see in me what you teach, you the priest"
 (End of letter No. 3.)
 Note: The names mentioned in this letter are from Robert Keable's book The Mother of All Living"
 1T don't want to stay for services I haven't unlocked the doors as was asked to and kept my word. But it seems as though I am unworthy to do other things I was asked.
 'Of course it has hurt me. Per haps again I don't understand-y1ou have had time to do them. It doesn't matter one bit what comes. I had a IL. l cannot stay to such a service when cur hearts are bitter. But since it is 0 duty of the church I think the truest way is to forget all about your self and do what the church bids for the priest'
 (End of letter No. 4.)
 Some PrayerfuI Love.
 Dearest, Darling Boy, love you most as much as you love me as you do today-not so much physically, but prayerfully-exalted and you see, darling, the physical fits in and doesn't dominate, yet it was there, just the same, and not to be denied-never.
 Dearest, believe me, won't you? rather than me-what really am. I know that if you love me you will love and ache for my body. Have l ever tempted you, dear? Have ever made you want me? I never wanted to.
 Dearest. there is not a man who can ever make me smile. As you said today, our hearts are true as steel. I'm not pretty, know. there are girls with shapely bodies, but I'm not caring what they have.
 T have the greatest of all bless ings-a noble man deep. true. eternal love and my heart is his-ny life Is his-au I have is his-poor as my body is-scrawny my skin may be- but I am his forever. Honey, I am awfully lonesome for you tonight. I thoughts. Why do I cry so-oh, it pains to cry. I will hate the winter nights. Then I dream of curling up in a chair with you-oh, what dreams I have.
 will it ever be? Go knows best, dear. It is eleven and I must get some rest as I expect to be up carry about six, to pack the lunch"
 (End of Letter No 5.)
 My dear. dear boy. When said l would leave a note, I forgot that it may not be wise. but I may take a chance, for I cannot have you dis appointed even though it is not much,
 Rector's Notes Sleep Producers.
 "Deary, what a gay, happy girl I am today and yesterday, too love your dear note of last night and went to sleep happy after reading it.