Postmark JUL 19, 1907 (“(I love you dear!!) Friday.”)

I have no business to be writing such crazy and frantic letters

My Own Precious Darling,

Of course I know you would not disapoint me with not sending a letter. Tuesday evening, when I reached home, there were two dear letters waiting for me, and last night, (Thursday) there were also two dear letters. There is something the matter with the trains or the postmasters I guess. Two letters every other day is an average of one letter a day isn’t it? I love you dear!! But I would rather have one letter a day, it isn’t so long to wait. I want you to come home dearie, come home to me, come back to this poor longing sweetheart. He wants to put his arms around you. Before I forget I will tell you what news there is — mother went to call on Mrs. Cummings yesterday and was very much pleased with them, we are all planning to go out to the Band Concert with them some evening. Come dearie and go with us — with me. I am lost. I love you I love you I love you. Well I’m getting off the track but I love you dear.

The little Shippee girl died yesterday with the same trouble that the Luce boy did. Funeral is tomorrow. Haven’t heard anything from the Hatches, have you? Have you got a good place to put me when I come, which will be the 3d. week in August if it is convenient for you. How many days shall we spend with the Hatches?

Dearie dearie dearie dearie dearie I am so nervous that I can scarcely write. I want you I want you I want you I want you I want you, I go to bed wanting you, I get up in the morning wanting you, I struggle through the day wanting you. I want you!!! Do you suppose that we could get along with only 7 dollars a week? It is pretty small — It makes me crazy. I have no business to be writing such crazy and frantic letters, but my feelings are of a decidedly frantic nature. It will only be a short time only a short time.IMG_3020 I love you, I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you — dear.

It is nearly time for my car to go. You must get good and strong before I come dearie, for we shall want to make up for lost time. No there will be no separation like this again, even if I am getting only $2 a week. I love you dear. Remember me to your folks, and how is your mother feeling after her little spell of sickness, mother wanted to know. I love you I love you dear. My car is just going and I must stop. I love you I love you I love you I love you I want you I love you dear.

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“The little Shippee girl” Ada, born Feb. 22, 1900, died July 18, 1907

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