Chippewa Falls, Wis.
My dearest most precious Mabel:
I just got in from work a few seconds ago at which time I received your very beautiful letter. Yes, my darling it was certainly beautiful. The tone of it was sweet music.
Your letters are very interesting & I swear before heaven I’ll never be able to tire of them because they ring right through from out of your heart and your heart is pure as gold. I do certainly envy your very nice handwriting to read your letter is a tonic for my soul as well as my eyes. I just know this much – you’ll soon be compelled to wear “specs” from reading my “rakewalk” rooster style of penmanship. I admit my darling, I once upon the time was a pretty fair penman. But that is “vorbei ist der May.”
Please my darling do not be angry at me for not writing to you last night I absolutely could not help it. Here’s the reason. I was so tired last night from a very nerve grinding day. I told you about the “mess” I’m assigned to untangle – (the last word should be untangle). I through[threw] myself across the bed & fell soundly asleep & did not wake up till 12:00 bells. Then I got up & started to work again. I worked from 12 bells to quarter to 3 this morning. It is now 6:30 P.M. and I’m writing this letter before supper – supper can wait but you must have the letter tomorrow, regardless. After I get through with this letter I’ll go to feed my face & then come back here to work — & labor till the wee hours of “fish day” – Friday. I want to finish the job by Saturday noon. Oh, I have so much to do yet. Please my darling pray for me so I’ll end up on time – not that I’m anxious to get away from here but I’m sick of the “mess” – God knows if I’ll “conquer” it – that’s one reason why. Auditors soon get “billiard ball” heads. Will you still love me if I’ll get that way – or at least grey haired before my time?
I told you about my mustache it’s growing very nicely & didn’t need the formula I told you about.
I wonder if you’ll like it if I’ll tickle your upper lip with it? If you don’t like me with a “cookey[cookie] duster” then tell me right away – I’ll eradicate it quick.
So your “maw” wants you to take everything with you when you move to Milwaukee – tell her that’s all right – there’s more room in Milwaukee than there is in Wausau.
I think this will be about as sad news to you as it was to me — they have such miserable train commuting from Oshkosh to Wausau that it may be impossible for me to come to see you from there.
But, my darling don’t worry – I’m pretty positive that I’ll come to see you Saturday & Sunday – March 10th – Whoopee! — the decree[?] with Milwaukee the point of interest for me is you my dear sweetheart – hence I’ll come to you.
What do you “zink” of that? I “zink” that’s nice don’t you “zink” so? I’ll pounce on Mollerus tomorrow. Do you smell smoke? I’m smoking a gifr[?] “E looper[?].”
The weather around here has been nice & on the other hand terrible. Yesterday now it was 38 degrees above this morning it was 6 degrees below. The wind was so strong out in the open that it broke[?] a thick crust of frozen snow (snow). So many trains were stalled and here is a tragic incident. A farmer was adjusting the harness on his horses by that he slipped & the horses ran over him and broke his back. The people immediately called a doctor who right away called an ambulance the ambulance got stuck in the snow drifts which the high wind ‘kicked’ up. They then put him on a train – the train also got stuck so they put two more engines on that train and they also could not make it that poor fellow had to suffer from yesterday morning till this morning on that train. That’s the kind of hell hole neck of the woods Chippewa is. I hope they can do something for the poor fellow but his chances with a broken back are nill. He can live, sure but he’ll never be able to walk or anything just die by inches.
Well my dearest it’s almost 7 bells so I’ll sign off & I’ll do my darndest to see you my darling – Saturday.
With a carload of love
Your Wallie
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With a Carload of Love... 