Chippewa Falls, Wis.
My dearest Mabel:
This morning I partook the loveliest “eye-opener” I yet ever had. After I had my breakfast this morning I was about to turn my room key in at the desk when all of a sudden there “bobs-up” a letter right in front of my nose the Hotel Clerk pushed it. Here comes the interesting part of it. Because it really turn the whole day into a continuous ray of Sunshine for me. You know my dear pal, I was afraid to open that letter for a while? I carried it with me it to the office I am working at. I was afraid to open it for this reason. I thought of the most gloomy things… I thought that that letter contained word to the effect that you did not want me to come to see you. But did I experience a grand & glorious feeling when I found out that I was “all wet” in thinking the way I did.
I am so glad that you are anxious for me to come see you. My dear, that is a really and truly material feeling. I am counting the hours for just that first glimpse of you. I bet I’ll be smiling all night.
But you couldn’t blame me for that could you?
Gee! I’m tickled to hear you tell me that you’ll come to meet me at the station.
Now hold your thumbs that it don’t snow so that the busses can run. The bus that I’ll come in on leaves here at 3:30 P.M. and is scheduled to arrive at my “honey’s” home town at 7:30 P.M. just in time to step into heaven with you. I’m going to stay over until Sunday night – I’ll leave on the 11:50 Northwestern. I’ll get into Eau Claire 4:05 A.M. Monday. I’ll “hang” around Eau Claire, which I am forced to do until six bells at which time I’ll hop a bus for Chippewa. I do hope we’ll have a nice talk together.
Your letter reached me at Chippewa with really lightning like speed. It arrived at Oshkosh at 5 o’clock yesterday morning afternoon the envelope bears my forwarding address together with notation “Please forward at once.” Did you put that notation on there, honey? At any rate the Post office department worked like a clock that time.
I arrived here at 9:30 last night. After a hectic siege on the famous Soo Line Cattle train. It really was that. It was a “limited” train – it beat the limit for stops. One has all the time in the world to get off the train & meet the mayor, the justice of the peace and what all else have you. So long they stop. I wish some time you & I could ride the train – then we’ll go & meet some Justice of the Peace & make him do his stuff. What do you think of that? I know what you’re thinking – I’ll pick the words off your lips – they are “Now don’t rush me big boy.”
We passed through a town named – aw heck, I forget the name now any how I’ll tell you a little story about that. About 3 years ago I was on a camping trip in the Northern part of the state. We stayed at a fellow’s place on what was once a Chicago millionaire’s sheep ranch. He has a large log cabin on these grounds not more than 100 feet off a lake. So we lived the life of a “Gott in Frankreich” until we (two other fellow besides myself) started to tinker around with a motor boat whose motor was broke. We fixed that and lived still higher than Riley – until a few days later he asked us to fix his Ford. It was “hittin’ on 3” most of the time so we started to fix it – we put new rings in it. After we had it put together again we couldn’t budge it. It was too tight. So we wanted to tow it around with his tractor. He was afraid to risk it he thought we ‘a put the tractor on the Fritz. So the fellow who I drove up with used his own car. We towed the old lizzy around for miles until we got it going so we thought that was all jake. In the meantime our host starts puttering around with the Carburetor – and – it slogged so the other guys towed him again but I told my two buddies I would push our “duds” & other junk so when they get back we’ll load up & bear it. Which is just the thing we did. It was about six o’clock when we got into the town (whose name I just simply, can’t think of). We just about had our tent rigged up when along came our friend with some other “friend” who tried to hang something on to me. At first we had an argument – then followed a symphony in fists. We just about laid them out. Now I got the name it’s Prentice. So we simply picked up after our fight & drove off when got into Wausau about 5 o’clock in the morning where our car broke down but we didn’t think it was so serious. We tried to get can grease for the gears in the “rear end” of the car but every body was asleep yet including my honey – you.” Or was it you that I saw walking down the street with a basketful of breakfast rolls?” – Don’t believe that – I didn’t see anybody. So I had a few memories on the train yesterday. Oh yes – on the train you know what I did? I read & re-read your letter about 20 times. The letter you wrote to me Sunday. Yes honey I’ll forgive you. I “like?” you did you say like? I told you once before – I more than merely like you.
Well my dearest, sweetest pal I’ll sign off now maybe luck will be with us so then you’ll get this letter tomorrow yet. I mean Friday I wish I’d hear from you before Saturday.
Bye S’Long
My sweetness
See you Saturday
Wallie xx
(In case it snows too hard so the busses don’t run I’ll be there Sunday on the train – Sunday morning – but hold thumbs so we’ll see each other Saturday.)
P.S.
In case you get this letter Friday will you ask Mr. Barthels if there isn’t anything I could do for him in regards to his calling our office in Milwaukee? Be bold, honey, tell him I’m coming to see you Saturday & Sunday.
xx – Won’t you try hard & include an “x” or two in your letters?
With a Carload of Love... 