Edith Bolling Wilson to Woodrow Wilson

Edith Bolling Wilson to Woodrow Wilson

Wilson, Edith Bolling Galt, 1872-1961

WWP14887

1915 August 2

Edith Bolling Wilson Collection, Library of Congress, Washington, District of Columbia

English

8–P.M–

I did get your dear letter, as I asked Mr. Rose if we could stop at the Post Office (for it was far too early for the Postman) and I was rewarded by your beloved messenger— which I read as we sped along — and was furious when they would interrupt me to look at the scenery —I will never be able to tell you how infinitely sweet it was to know you were thinking of me – and following me in your thoughts across the country –As you see we got as far as Albany — and, though it lacks only a few miles of 200 from Geneva, we are not a bit tired — for the roads are wonderful – and it is cool enough to be bracing– And we all feel so fit we are going out in serch of amusement as soon as Mrs. Rose finishes her letter – I will take this upstairs with me and finish it after rereading your precious love letter – and will mail it in the morning before leaving – We have just finished dinner– and are all at different desks writing –I am so anxious to know how you feel about the 2 Americans lost on the ArabicI have thought so much of you today – and know this must add to your anxieties – In the Albany paper tonight there is a very sensible Editorial about it – and this is the only comment I have seen–It contends that being on an Enemy Ship, Germany could not be help held accountable for the lives of Americans – that all the U. S. is responsible for are ships under the stars & stripes – and we can not protect Americans on an Enemy Ship — Is this true.I know it must weary you to repeat so much of public business to me in your letters – but I do enjoy them so – and feel so much more in touch with you, that I can't bear to ask you to stop doing it– But always understand I don't want you to do it – if you are very weary–11–30 P.M?I had to stop as Mrs. R. was ready and we went to “Proctors” and saw a very poor vaudeville show– left before it was over – and I enjoyed the walk home in the night air– I have had a hot bath and am now in bed – where I have just finished reading your dear, dear letter –I wanted so to talk to you tonight if I had thought it possible to get you without anyone knowing who I was, I would have called you up – but I would not let myself think about it, for I knew it would be indiscrete – and your head would disapprove it, even if your heart thought it nice. But there is a phone right at the foot of my bed, and it gives me a delicious feeling to know that I could take the receiver off the hook and actually hear your dear voice speaking to me here in this very room but I expect you are already asleep — so I must not wake you– Though “Main No. 6” is an awful temptation –I guess it was all the memories that came flooding back this morning when I got your dear telegram signed “Tiger” — it seemed so like last summer — I mean this summer – See, how, unconsciously I let you see how long these weeks have been without you –I shall think of you when I cross into New Jersey– and of all the things you say in regard to your association with her– I know so little of the state – for though I have been to Atlantic City so often–I don't feel that to be representative at all– and can easily imagine what a thorn in the side of good government such a place must be–We expect to get off by 9 tomorrow & I have no idea where we will stop for the night – but I will surely write you – and we certainly hope to reach Ocean City by Sunday afternoon in time for dinner —You do not mention going to Cornish next week? Unless the sinking of this ship interferes – you will go – won't you Dearest? For I see from your letters you have felt the heat added to the anxiety about so many things – and one more week away –will do you lots of good– Kiss me good-night my precious One– for I am getting sleepy – my heart is on my lips and goes out to meet its sovereign Lord –

Edith

Letter

Wilson, Woodrow, 1856-1924