Schenectady, N. Y.
6 P. M.
Dearest -
I am at my window here at the “Edison Hotel” overlooking City Streets and ugly brick houses and trolley cars - But, instead of looking out, I am dreaming of a big house in the centre of green terraces, and tall pine trees — and wondering if a certain pair of dear eyes are resting on the peace and beauty of this loved spot!I am wondering if
Helen and
Jessie and
Frank really started on their journey this morning – and if your
Sister came - In fact, I have held you so in my thoughts that each minute has been filled with questions I am longing to have answered-Oh!
Sweetheart there are no locked doors – or suit cases now – but instead all the gates are flung wide – and a perfect flood of longing rushes out to you - I mailed a letter to “
Margaret” last night at
Manchester - about 11 – and then I got to bed about 12-
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This morning
Mr. Rose played golf with 2 N. York men - and said the course really was lovely - but terribly wet from the constant rains - We had lunch at 12
30 so as to get off early - and we had not gone 10 miles before it began to pour - So we had to run slowly – but got to
Troy so early decided to come on here - arriving about half an hour ago – The roads are fine most of the way – but very slippery - We are going off pretty early tomorrow - thinking we might reach
Geneva by night - But it is 180 miles and if it is raining I don't think it will be possible - But we will be near enough to make an easy run on Thursday- I see in the paper
Mr. Lansing has given out about the A. B. C. Conference – and I read one very nice Editorial about your wisdom in inviting this consultation and I am longing to know what new things have come to you since our last happy work hour- I don't believe I ever made you know how perfectly happy I was when you would let me share your work- and I thrill now when it comes back to me how — in the midst of all the whirring of the machinery, that seemed so complicated as to demand every part of brain and energy - you would turn to me with love on your lips, and whisper the tenderest secret in the world - and make me glow with the assurance that nothing could crowd me out of your thoughts.
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I had to stop here to join Mr. & Mrs. Rose and now it is nearly ten and I must get this mailed – I must tell you something
Mrs. R. said to me last night in speaking of you and the girls - She said you all seemed so devoted to each other- that she wondered if you should marry again if it would make the girls unhappy – adding that you were so charming and attractive she knew women would fall in love with you - but adding, in a comforted tone - but of course with all he has on his mind he can't give his thoughts or attention to any woman!Good night my
preciousForgive writing and know that I am with all my heart
Your own,
Edith
