Stuart to Edith
Nov. 13 1917
Dearest,
This must be very short this morning, but I hope it will be sweet. Do you like something even it is not very nice? I do; I like to read your thoughts whatever they are, for I want to know you perfectly and I want you to know me as well, and there will then be little chance of making a mistake.
I talk a good deal of making mistakes don’t I? but you must not think that I am in any way doubtful – I am not; I am as sure of myself as I am of you, I feel that our love is the deepest and the best that there could be. I pray that it may continue to be so that we shall, as the days go by, find out more and more of its depths and the blessings and happiness we may each derive from it.
The future seems to hold so much happiness in store that I am almost afraid to look forward to it. The thought came to me last evening after I had gone to bed, that if I decide eventually not to be ordained, we shall not have to wait very long. Only until your school career has finished, and is that 5 or 4 years? I see that possibly “Bill” may not be gone[1], but I fancy you will not mind that, but that will be for you to say and after all this is at present, only a dream.
I must leave off, as the “hooter” has gone and I must not be late; I have written now because I shall be very late to-night, too late to bring you any thing, and – would you not rather have it in the morning?
Good bye, Belovéd, be happy all day (I am so glad you like it better) – one day nearer.
Goodbye, my Dearest. You have helped me so much; may I be as much of a help to you.
[1] Maurice Ernest Mills 21 May 1905 to 17 June 1921, known as Billy.
(c) DearestBeloved 2009
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