Sunday Payette, Idaho May 31, 1908 My dear Bertie: As I wrote you last night that I expected a quiet Sunday today, the day has certainly been a quiet one for me. I slept late this morning, but was up in time to go to church at M.E.C. Heard a good sermon on the sin against the “Holy Ghost.” About noon it began raining, so I was not out during the afternoon and tonight I have been busy writing. I read “Everybody’s” today and will mail you the copy (for June) under separate wrapper tomorrow. I think I can get thru here tomorrow and go to Weiser in the evening and be one town—13 miles—nearer home. Then work Weiser Tuesday and possibly Wednesday, where I hope to have a nice long letter from you, and to hear you are in better spirits than you seemed to be in your letter of the 28th. Never mind, I will see you now ere many moons, if nothing prevents, when I hope to find you not so wretched as you tell me you have been for so long. I was so grieved to hear this from you, and know you must have been almost ready to hang your harp upon the willows, as Uncle Anthony Regan used to say, but I hope your “mourning and chattering as the crane” may soon be turned into joy, and that you will soon be upon the mountain top, and can again have a view of the promised land and again experience “that glorious feelin’ within,” as Mr. Piles used so often to speak in our Methodist meetings at old Pekin. Now my dear, don’t forget I am always with you in spirit, and that our interests are one in common. Hope this may find my dear wife improving, and the little ones both well. With my heart’s best love to you and fond memories of other Sunday nights—and expectations of yet other dear ones to come, I am lovingly, Your husband, Geo. W. D.