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Conger Reynolds correspondence, January-March 1919

1919-01-01 Conger Reynolds to Daphne Reynolds Page 1

January Fust, 1919L
Dearest Wif,..
I'm out!  I bade the hospital fond adieu this morning and came back to the Hotel of the Giants.  Aside from feeling a little weak I seem to be none the worst for my six days of the flu.  I get more chipper.  And this afternoon, having nothing else to do, I went to bed and did five hours of resting though all the time I felt like getting up and doing a jig.
Some mail came while I was so disporting myself.  There was a letter from you.  From sundry allusions in it to things of which I have heard nothing I know there must be others coming.  It usually happens that I get a letter of very late date first and afterward a bunch of three or four of earlier date.  Funny!  Incidentally, the Christmas box has not come yet.  I don't mind at all, being of a disposition to enjoy things quite as much later as sooner.  I didn't think it could possibly get clear up here by the holidays.  From the way you described the pen in your letter I know it will suit me very, very well.  I am decidedly partial to self-fillers, no matter whether they wear our or not, and I approve your taste in not going in for gold bands.  I carry a fountain pen hidden in my pocket considering it only an implement for writing.

Your mention of having to pay something over a plunk for the Christmas package I sent gives me the understanding that duty must have been charged on some of the articles.  It wasn't so bad at that, but the experience convinces me that I'd better save and carry home personally some other trinkets I have and some I expect to get.  You didn't mention having to pay anything on the embroidered pieces.  I suppose their coming in an ordinary envelope saved that.  By the way, I wish you would send me the glove sizes of all the leddies -- yours and mother's and Julie's and martha's and Mother R's.  Yes, I know you gave me yours a long time ago, but I can't remember what it was and I may want to buy everybody gloves before I leave Paris.

I received today a fine along letter from Arhut, telling me every incident of his career since he left France.  He was in Washington when he wrote, but you can read about that when I send you the letter, as I shall when I have answered it.

Your letter started a long series of reflections in my brain this afternoon.  How wonderful it is going to be to be back with you and to tackle with you the problems we'll have!  Of course we'll have difficulties to meet, but we'll solve 'em, girl.  We are very much in love -- rather nice that we are after having been apart quite long to forget each other, isn't it? -- but neither of us is of the sort to overlook the fact that love is only part of marriage -- the soul of it no doubt, but not the whole of it.  We'll be great lovers without particularly advertising the facts and besides put our two good heads together for some clever work in many other respects.  I see no end to what we may do together because I have such a great inclination to be chummy with you on everything.  We'll be great friends, Wif!
I kiss you breathless.  Conger.

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January Fust, 1919L Dearest Wif,.. I'm out! I bade the hospital fond adieu this morning and came back to the Hotel of the Giants. Aside from feeling a little weak I seem to be none the worst for my six days of the flu. I get more chipper. And this afternoon, having nothing else to do, I went to bed and did five hours of resting though all the time I felt like getting up and doing a jig. Some mail came while I was so disporting myself. There was a letter from you. From sundry allusions in it to things of which I have heard nothing I know there must be others coming. It usually happens that I get a letter of very late date first and afterward a bunch of three or four of earlier date. Funny! Incidentally, the Christmas box has not come yet. I don't mind at all, being of a disposition to enjoy things quite as much later as sooner. I didn't think it could possibly get clear up here by the holidays. From the way you described the pen in your letter I know it will suit me very, very well. I am decidedly partial to self-fillers, no matter whether they wear our or not, and I approve your taste in not going in for gold bands. I carry a fountain pen hidden in my pocket considering it only an implement for writing. Your mention of having to pay something over a plunk for the Christmas package I sent gives me the understanding that duty must have been charged on some of the articles. It wasn't so bad at that, but the experience convinces me that I'd better save and carry home personally some other trinkets I have and some I expect to get. You didn't mention having to pay anything on the embroidered pieces. I suppose their coming in an ordinary envelope saved that. By the way, I wish you would send me the glove sizes of all the leddies -- yours and mother's and Julie's and martha's and Mother R's. Yes, I know you gave me yours a long time ago, but I can't remember what it was and I may want to buy everybody gloves before I leave Paris. I received today a fine along letter from Arhut, telling me every incident of his career since he left France. He was in Washington when he wrote, but you can read about that when I send you the letter, as I shall when I have answered it. Your letter started a long series of reflections in my brain this afternoon. How wonderful it is going to be to be back with you and to tackle with you the problems we'll have! Of course we'll have difficulties to meet, but we'll solve 'em, girl. We are very much in love -- rather nice that we are after having been apart quite long to forget each other, isn't it? -- but neither of us is of the sort to overlook the fact that love is only part of marriage -- the soul of it no doubt, but not the whole of it. We'll be great lovers without particularly advertising the facts and besides put our two good heads together for some clever work in many other respects. I see no end to what we may do together because I have such a great inclination to be chummy with you on everything. We'll be great friends, Wif! I kiss you breathless. Conger.