Wednesday Night,
July 21, 1926
Sweet heart.
It is so very hot to night, while writing to you, you must over look all mistakes. You are missing the hottest days of the year, it's terriable. Since you went away I've been lonesome. I had been thinking of you all day Tuesday, and when I reached home and found your
letter I was somwhat realived relieved. Why couldn't you tell me in your letter what it was. Why keep me in suspense. I stayed home until four o'clock
Sunday and had some fun with mother and Reginald another boy friend. I went out about four thirty, and was caught in the
teriable storm.
You don;t care if something
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happens to me, then you won't have to worry about the proposition you made Yes, I think my mother has formed her opinion already
Thats nothing if she see your letters I know she reads them when I am gone, she hasn't any thing to say about you. My father asked about you every night, my mother told him that he was very interested of lately.
Just does do you mean perhaps there is somthing a little better for us so we will have to wait. Reginald is wild over your friend Edna he is going up Sunday I think not
for shure he told me he was but I told him to write first. Sweet heart don't you know that kisses broaden the mind, for better enjoyment.
I am very sleepy to'night, but too hot to sleep. I saw your brother Sat night in Newark? Time can't come quick enough for you to come home I am going on the excursion July 30 th are you? To-night by back seem broken. Temperature to high 98 Dear nothing seems right since you went away, well I am leaving 15th next month. Its rather ?short?.
Sincerely
Weason
Lonsome.