Letter from Clarence Edmonds Hemingway to Grace E. Hall

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Letter written by Clarence E. Hemingway to Grace E. Hall in Europe, dated May 20-21, 1896.

This is a scanned version of the original image in Special Collections and Archives at Middlebury College, Middlebury, Vt.



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Home! Wednesday Eve. May 20. 1896. My Darling Grace, Your good old dinning room clock ticks slowly along, 'tis the only sound, except Mr. Echart's "Shep" gives a big "Bow-wow!" as a stranger passes. Yes, alone with my darling Sunshine before me, she always is near me, we are together, often when the most busy you comes to me and say, "Talk with me a little." It is such a sweet thought to know we are so absolutely true, to one another. Leicester is at Law college writting an examination tonight I believe. Last evening, he and George and I took a long

walk to Riverfront after supper. The evenings are now very cool, it is about like April should be, summer has come and gone. How we should enjoy those coaching parties together, no man ever wished he could be in two places at once any worse than your Possum, especially when you say Lena and you will hunt up some news somewhere If you catch a "Possum" watch out, you know pretty well how to manage a live one, but Lena might get hurt! I do trust your return to Derbyshire will be pleasant, I glad I am to know

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you are again yourself and are down in Devonshire. The experience of meeting a "ship companion" on land must be a little prosaic, for it is all poetry on shipboard! Good [ ?] no doubt and I rejoice with you in all your pleasure. Do not fail to go to Paris, you are getting so near and talking about getting back to Matlock makes me feel as though you might forget to cross the channel, it is all done in a few hours. Harold Bailey went on out home yesterday, he did not wait for Commencement, but left after writting his last final.

2 hours later! Elsie is home playing the piano, he greeted me as I returned after being called by Miss Miller, to attend your friend Mrs. Horace Humphrey, who was suffering pain fever indiscretion in diet and the sudden change in the weather etc! Horace is in town and the GrandMa is helpless, but Mrs. Humphrey is now resting and request the "Doctor" to call again in the morning. One feather my dear for you! Goodnight, will add a line in the morning. Your loving, Claire

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Oak Park, Ill May 21. 1896. My Dear Love, Yes, it is now morning, after a stormy night with a good, much needed rain. It is again warmer and the birds are again awake, so we are trusting in a quick beginning of Spring again! Mrs. Humphrey is better this morning and I am as happy as a boy with a new pair of copper toed boots to have a call upon a Boston Lady. We will prove our worth if there are no interferences, I know you rejoice with me in all our little successes. Horace is confident

and with the help of Nature, we are going to get on finely. I am so "shoffy" this morning it is not poetry at all, to write to you, - but I love you just that much more, for I know how heartily you enter into the spirit of my work with me. The home house is not yet on stilts, but an architect is out in the dinning room with father and mother and they are just about to make a definite move. Willoughby is again as happy as a little king, for George's Anna is visiting Oberlin and "Buff" is the pilot - You know Bye Bye until Sunday, your own, Clarence Edmond Hemingway

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From C.E.H. 500 N.O.P. Ave. Oak Park, Ill. U.S.A. Miss Grace Ernestine Hall, c/o James Henry Randall, Artillery Mansion, Westminster, London, England [postmark]: CHICAGO, ILL. MAY 2 1896

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