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too good to be believed, but I know it is so, that
thy big heart has held me to love, faults and
all, and I have come to believe there never will
be any very bitter awakening for thee, beloved.
How well I know there can be none for me, for
from the very first day I knew thee I've loved
the better and better. Sometimes we have lived
so guilty happy and content, that I didn't
think much about it but stopping an instant to
look back I've always been sure, thee has grown
dearer, and better to me every day. O, my love
what a blessing thee has been and is and ever
will be to me, I never can be thankful enough
that thee loves me and cares so much for my love.

Now it is luncheon time, and then I must
write some other letters. - Many [kiss signs] and good bye for
a little minute. I gues thee's writing to thy wife, to-
day. What a comfort it is to us - to just let ones
thoughts run off at the tip of the pen - without a
fear that anything will be misunderstood. I
had just waked up Monday [inserted]when I wrote in pencil[/inserted] [morning?] after a little nap.
Mary was ready to go - but I wanted to add a late
word. I remember talking to some women all the time
and that must have been the cause of the "[you?]". It
sent a chill over this, I know. I never thought of
calling thee so, dear, and shouldn't if I'd known
what I was about. Thee knew I didn't think of Mr. [W?].
It is strange, I do think, that he so seldom enters my
head, considering the turmoil he used to make there.
Thank God, he didn't get into my heart. What a
fool I was to ever think he possibly could. How
glad and thankful I am for thee, my beloved
mate, whenever I chance to think of that old
anxious, troublous time. How blest the present
seems in comparison. How good and noble, my
precious husband - how pure and true, his love.