May 23, 1908 Idan-Ha Hotel, Boise, Idaho Dear Bertie: I have spent the whole day figuring with a prospective customer, a government proposition, and will yet require part of Monday to complete the deal. This will not be a direct sale, as it will have first to go through the “government wheels” at Washington. But is of such importance that I feel justified in giving it the time. Will amount to several hundred dollars. By giving this amount of time to this one deal I will be here longer than I anticipated, and may not get away from here before Wednesday of next week, maybe later. It will take about two days for mail to reach me here, so you can be governed accordingly. At Payette and Weiser, Idaho, I will likely spend two days each after leaving here, and probably the same time at Baker City and Pendleton, Oregon. Then at Walla Walla, Wash., for five or six or seven days, as the case may require, and then, if nothing intervenes, I will make a bee line for home, and you, and to tell you that I am anxious to see you is only repeating an oft told tale. But when the glad day arrives, won’t I be glad! Boise is a delightful place. I mean the town looks good just now to me. The trees and shrubbery are just putting on their leaves, and the grass is green all around, and this makes me feel good. You know that “in the spring, a young man’s fancy,” etc., etc., and you understand what that means; also you know that the springtime is “my time,” for it was then I first knew what love meant, and had my awakening, and how glad I would be could I spend these lovely spring days with you and talk it all over again in one of the many delightful spots I imagine we could locate around Spokane. Say, if you will help me locate some line of business in or about Spokane, I will locate where I can always be near you, and never, never, never leave you alone any more. Does that sound “lovey”? Maybe I am thinking too much about my dear absent ones these days, and am getting “daffy” on the subject. Do you reckon I really am? Or is it barely possible that it may be the “western spirit” moving me? Are you afflicted along the same lines the least bit? You don’t say much about it if you are, but dear, I know you have enough to think of without giving me much room in your thoughts. So I wouldn’t feel mad at you if you did not think of me more than once, or maybe less than that, each day. But somehow my multitudinous and variegated daily duties do not crowd thoughts of my dear wife out of my mind, and I find my thoughts somehow have a habit of turning toward my dear ones at home many times during my waking hours each day, and then at night I have many sweet dreams of you. Oh, how I hope this sweet privilege of visiting with and thinking of you may ever be mine. You know we have so many, many dear sacred memories, and that if by some strange stroke of fate we should only have our past to enjoy, how much pleasure that alone would furnish. But I do hope there is even more for us in the future than we have ever dreamed of in the past. It does seem that God has dealt kindly with you and I. There have been so many circumstances that have been seemingly against us, yet through all the varied scenes through which you and I have passed together, there has ever been before us our bright star, shining out bright and clear through all the storms and clouds through which we two have passed. That star has been our perfect love, and how I do hope its luster may never dim. Now don’t think me “loony” or “daffy,” but sit down and think it out, and tell me how far wrong I am. I do hope this may find you and dear little Hanson improving, and that Carol is well and happy. If you do not find your home duties too burdensome, how much I would enjoy a few lines from you each day. I get so anxious to hear from you, and the days between your letters seem so long. Kiss the dear little ones for me, and my dearest love I send to you. Longing for the day when I can again fold you to my heart, and press my lips to yours, I am lovingly, Your Husband, Geo. W. D.