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LETTER XCIII. A Letter To a Sweetheart.

Milwaukee, Wisconsin, May 1, 1914.
My Own Dear Jane:

The brightest day to me, and the brightest hour of the day, is when I sit down to write a word of remembrance to my absent but ever dear Jane. I often used to wonder how it was that a man could set aside all the nice girls he knew and get his heart so inextricably entangled with just one particular girl, that he seem to reckon the hours he spent in her company as the only time worth his consideration. But -- you see,-- I had not met Jane. Now, it appears the most natural thin_ in the world, and as distance bars my basking in the sunshine of your smiles, I must accept the poor satisfaction of making pen and ink my temporary proxies.

Letter-writing, my own, is not one of my strong points, and is a very tame and unsatisfactory substitute for verbal interchange of happy thoughts. I have so much to say, and yet know not how to write it. Show me, and teach me, in the fullness of your sweet nature, how to write what willing lips would say. Cheer me in my solitude with words straight from the wannest and dearest heart in the world, and waft sunshine to the soul of

Your own devoted,

Stanley Gordon.

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