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When Alice and I were great friends it was when we were apart that I felt most how I loved her. Well, love is not a thing that can be triffled with, or made to take one course or another, certainly that is one thing I have learned from experience. I love Miss Winsor I am sure. I love Gladys with all my heart & soul and Alfred too. Love, love what is it anyway. I told Esther I would write a book for her of quotations that I thought appropriate to her, but I can't. Am I really changeable. Oh no. Its that I really did not care

When I have Gladys in my
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arms and press her against my heart I know what love is, at least I know how it feels to love tenderly, truly, deeply, sincerely. My love for her can never change, and when I see how she comes to me in her little troubles or when she is tired and puts two tender arms around my neck and her head on my breast, it makes me feel that here is the pleasure of my life, here is someone who needs and loves to have me. Esther does too, I must not forget it. She needs me now, needs me to be happy. Oh God has given me much in this world to be thankful for, yet, why can't I love Esther? Forgive