Letter # 57
Bountiful, Utah,
Sunday, July 14, 1918 10:30
P.M.
Dearest
Henry,
Sunday night we meet again. How much I long to know what are you doing. Have you thought of me today? For my main thoughts always are with you. Thank God for love, for Oh, how let makes one
feel and live, and how pure love enlarges own nature.
Went to Sunday School and meeting
today. Irene spoke. She surely has a fine and wonderful testimony.
Mary and Irvin came down. Irvin went back on the 6-car. Mary is going to
stay until tomorrow. Went up to Barlow’s
tonight to get more cherries for Mary. While
there, I went into Stringhams. Heard Ethel Cook is sporting a diamond from
Clarence Argyle. Beccie Pelton saw my
ring yesterday. Said she bet it was
Henry. As if there ever would be anyone
else!
My heart is overflowing over and
over for my distant lover. Where are you? Well, you are all right aren’t you? For pure, virtuous people are protected, and
you are the king. Good night, ideal of
my heart. May God grant that someday I
will be able to plant that kiss where I want it, for goodnight.
Love, Violet
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