Chippewa Falls, Wis.
2/16/29 ~ 2:30 P.M.
My dearest Mabel:
This morning at eight o’clock I received your special delivery letter and was very sorry indeed to hear the sad news for one about the trouble that you my dear heart will have to face when Harold arrives and also about your mother being so critically ill. I hope my dearest that everything will turn out okeh for you, that you arrive at the proper understanding with Harold and your folks. I pray to God that He will settle all things to your best satisfaction and welfare. May He bestow upon your heart & mind the power to judge both Harold & I in an unprejudiced manner. I’m so sorry that our affair has set your mother into delirium. But my dearest I’m sure you & I are not to blame because she has such love & faith in Harold.
Won’t you, my dearest please excuse my over anxiousness in my letter of Tuesday – the one I asked you in whether or not you cared for me anymore. I should have given you time. Please, my dearest tell me that you forgive me.
I have such a bad, bad cold that I feel so weak and dizzy I can hardly hold this pen holder. That accounts for the very poor writing. My cold has settled in my head, throat & chest. I can hardly see out of my eyes they are always watering as though I were crying. And my chest – feels so heavy. I must admit that I’m in pretty bad shape & were it not that I received your special delivery letter I really believe I would have had to call you by long distance to tell you of my inability to come to Wausau to see you. But I must say I’m so sorry that circumstances have turned so against us. I told Mr. Mollerus last night about my intention of going to see you my dearest most precious sweetheart but he warned me not to go because of my cold. He tries to be real fatherly to me and take all my interests to heart – including my affair of the heart with you. Inspite of all what may happen I want to tell you again that I love you and love you with all my heart & soul. May God bless you. I was so happy to read about how you feel towards me. We cannot help that – that I love you and I’m sure that [you] do me.
I suppose by the time you receive this letter all trouble and doubt will be removed from your heart & mind but, please my dearest darling (I’ll always think that of you) please tell me soon just how you decided you’ll do that won’t you?
Ger! but it’s rotten to get sick and that wouldn’t be so bad if there were someone around. But I’ll have to take care of myself – that is I’ll have to “doctor” myself up alone. I bought myself some Vaporub, some Aspirins, and Bromo Quinine tablets. Also some lemons. I wish you were here with me – never again to part. I’ll love you til I die.
I see your father “commanded” you to wire Harold to come at once – that is good it had to happen some time as sooner or later we would have to face the issue.
I feel so rotten, my dearest that I think I’ll sign off but please tell me soon how matters have turned out. Always your most loving pal,
Wallie
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With a Carload of Love... 