New-York tribune., 1922-10-19

purring bliss-fully contented. And
close to you, too. We're my goodbyes
to the others too hasty, and should |
have said more? What truly un-
expected pleasure . it was, dearest,
sweetest boy. Oh, how coed YOU are.
AS rode along thought this is when
1 find my. greatest JOY, TO be, near my
mar. What care for what other
people call pleasure: TO be near you,
although | didn't dare look at nay
noble boys face, this is all ask.
allow friendly our Easton Avenue
Road seems to u.s.. and dear, dearest
boy. every time you take your hat off.
never fail to notice and can read
your face Monday. too. And 1t is a
new message OF love every time you do
end my heart sings for joy, yes, and
I could fling my arms about you and
pour kisses on my babykins' head and
face.
"Grandrna is here. must stop.
.Sweetheart,, my true heart. could
crush yoa, oh, am wild tonight, so
happy / could dance wildly
.Do Love You Too Much?''
Another letter dealing with Robert
Keable's novel "The Mother of All
Living read:
IL don't know why feel this way to-
day.--it will pass, as you know. God, ]
know. oh, ] know that as much as 4
know you are my true heart, that He
Is watching and caring and we are
never alone. He is always near---ir
whatever we do; even in physical close
ness, He is near, for we know he
meant his children to taste deeply OF
all (underscored) things.
"Was Pam religious? Did she feel
God? Yes, think so, but she hadn't
found her soul; nor did Chris. Chris
was Cecil's mate no more than you.
The Chris she thought. he was, he was
her true mate. ~.
life'-and If he knew that then there
would be no (word obscure, but ap-
parently "Pamelas') for him, but a
prayerful life--a desire TO be like his
always forever beloved Cecil
ASK me any part of the book and
will remember it. PANS mother was
English (page 4el.
II have much work ought to do,
but can't to-day. must wait until
this mood passes and l come down to
earth again. Do love you too much I?
I know that now could leave, yes,
even your. physical presence. and go
into q convent. You are always in
my mind ard heart, but there /
wouldn't see any one else touch you,
call you dear rub your tired body,
sew your torn trousers.
call you dear or honey if any one
else can. Aren't you glad that no ono
but you can call me dear names?
zone time. l told you / hated yei1r
work, hated your parish. ] guess it
is because / am Jealous of it, because
it must always come first in your life.
Not because Of convention, no--but
because you love it SO. When the
man at the gate, Manhattan Beach,
called you Doctor and /, without look
ing at you (four words underscored)
(I'm witch) knew 1t thrilled you, the
kind Of thrill that brings tears OF
Joy to your eyes. ..
"Oh, I knew 1t because you are 8
true priest--born for it,, And because
that is your supreme joy and satisfac-
tion. I am merely your, physical .in-
spiration and yoI see In me what you
teach, you the priest.
"I don't want to stay fer service. I
! haven't unlocked the doors as I was
asked to and kept my word, but, it
seems as thought am unworthy to do
other things. was asked.
"Of course, it has burt me. Perhaps
again / don't understand--you have
had time to do them. Well, it doesn't
matter one bit what comes. had a
simple greeting but did not leave 1t.
I cannot stay to such service when
our hearts are bitter. But since it is
q duty Of the church, think the
truest way is to forget all about your
sell. and do what the church bids, for
getting everything but that you are the
priest"
! Another letter read: