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FERNLEY HOTEL, 5 & 6, PIERREPONT STREET BATH. June 7th, 1896 My Darling old scamp I haven't a wretched thing to write you today; not a thing has happened since I last wrote. We take the baths every morning; sleep in the afternoon, and attend band concerts in the parks in the evening. This morning being Sunday, - we three parted company as usual I went to the Abbey - Papa to the Wesleyan Chapel and Uncle Miller to the Salvation Army- We are a queer family - Just think, possum
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it will only be about a week and a half at the farthest from the time you get this, till you see me. You see we cannot posibly [sic] say just when we shall be home because the boat may not land us until Sat. morn then we should be too late to take the limited + Papa will not travel on Sunday so we should not get home until Tuesday night in all probability - Still there is the hope that we may get through quarantine early enough to land on Friday night, in which case we should walk in upon you on Sunday [page break] morning June 28th. Sometimes it seems to me as if I could not wait. I want you so much I do hope we can fix for one all day sojourn in the garden of Eden, as soon as I get back. It has been my day dream for a year to do just this - We could take books and eatables and start very very early in the morning and just have the whole day with each other and nature. Well, Sweetheart Byebye for now, I must write Elsie a line for his birthday - a kiss from your loving Sunshine
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-NEW YORK, N.Y.- JUN 19 OAK PARK ILL JUN 2 730 AM 1896 RECID.
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Dr. Clarence E. Hemingway 105 N. Oak Park Ave. Oak Park Cook Co. Illinois U.S. BATH JU 9 '96
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June 8th '96. My Darling Claire, I have just read your letter written the day after graduation I could not help reading it to Daddy, we both rejoice so much in your success. what an honor you have had, and a deserved one concerning your invention - I am so fond, darling, I shall kiss your picture two or three times extra tonight - I can smell the roses, clear over here. The letter heads are very imposing I really can't get used to the idea that such an important personage belongs entirely to me and I to him. But it is a beautiful thought that we chose each other not for wealth or position or any earthly honor but for pure love. I heard a quaint pretty thought the other day. I like to tell you all the treasures I run across. " A baby comes into the world with its little fist clenched, clutching on to the life which is just given to it - and a man or woman dies with hands wide open, yealding [sic] up the gift of life to the giver. " - That thought touches me. Well, Sweetheart, be of good courage, remember, I shall not be disappointed at any thing - I have faith in you and time brings all things - Your own beloved one.
