Darling,
Another gloomy day. We’ve been having a lot of rain in the last twenty-four hours, with no sign of a let-up yet. Went up on the roof to shoot a bit this morning, but between the rain and wind didn’t do so well. I’ll never do so well at anything again, I believe, without you. Certain it is that I do a poor job of spending these lovely evenings since you have gone. If the light of your smile could be here to dispel the darkness in my heart, and if I could only kiss the lips which were doing the smiling—. Once I hold you in my arms again I doubt if I shall ever let you go, surely not willingly.
Dr. Heinbecker returned yesterday from his trip West. He spent the last three weeks in Colorado. Said he saw the Shalalees, who are to come home this next week—go thou and do likewise!
Got my new suit yesterday, and you should see me now. If the head and feet were hidden I’d look right presentable. Has your dress progressed to the point where it might begin to serve its intended purpose? From your letters I take it to be a job too tedious for me, although running acetyl values on unknown acids with by a method as yet imperfectly developed is good preparation for tedious work.
Somehow or another I have no inspiration this afternoon in-so-far as letter writing in the ordinary sense is concerned, all I want to say is that you are the sweetest, loveliest, most desirable girl in the whole world; that I long for you every minute of the day; and that my life will never be complete again without a certain tall, dark-haired, and lovely girl by my side. [illegible] All of which must be evidence in proof of the well-known fact; to wit,
I love you, Oh, so very much
Harold