Selden Connor's Letter


                           Kendalls Mills, Maine
                                       Oct. 10, 1869

Nettie, my own darling:

     You are so near to me that I cannot write.
All to-day I have been full of next Sunday.
As I write, at a late hour of the evening, it seems
as if ought to turn to the dear one gliding towards
me and open my arms to her.  In less than a
week, beloved, I shall be heart to heart with the
most beautiful, the sweetest and dearest Love since
the world began.  Love will be young again

from the hour in which we meet, will it not, sweet!
     The flood kept back our letters.  My clerk
brought me two letters yesterday morning and
another came in the evening - all of them
bewitching. "Dear Selden" in your writing
always sends a kind of witch's pang through me.
Judge from that if the joy it gives me to read the
words that tell me, each time in some new, sweet
way, that you are mine and will go with me where-
ever I go, nothing daunted by anything that
unkind fortune can bring so I am near you,
holding you to my heart.  Dear wife that is to be
so soon, we know all that bad experience has to 
tell if the

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