LONDON, September 3rd.
[MY DEAREST ONE:]
It was a full moon again tonight and I think you were on
deck and saw it, because by now, you have
passed the four days at sea and should be in the St. Lawrence.
So I knew you saw the moon, too, and I sent you a kiss, via
it. It was just over St. James Palace but also it was just
over you.
Today has been a day of worries. Wheeler cabled that the
papers wanted me to be "neutral" and not write against the
Germans. As I am not interested in the German vote, or in
advertising of German breweries (such a hard word to say)
I thought, considering the exclusive stories I had sent
them, instead of kicking, they ought to be sending me a few
bouquets. Especially, as I got cables from Gouvey, Whigham,
Scribner's and others congratulating me on the anti-German
stories. So I cabled Wheeler to tell papers of his syndicate,
dictation from them as to what I should write was
"unexpected," that they could go to name-of-place censored and
that if he wished I would release him from his contract
tonight. Considering that without credentials I was with
French, Belgian and German armies and saw entry of Germans
into Brussels and sacking of Louvain and got arrested as a
spy, they were a bit ungrateful. I am now wondering what
I would have seen had I had credentials.
I saw Anthony Hope at the club last night. He had to go
back to the country, so I dined alone on English oysters.
Fancy anyone being neutral in this war! Germany dropping
bombs in Paris and Antwerp on women and churches and
scattering mines in the channel where they blow up fishermen
and burning the cathedrals! A man who now would be neutral
would be a coward. Good night, near, dear, dear one. It
has been several weeks since I had sleep, so if I rave and
wander in my letters forgive me. You know
how I am thinking of you. God bless you. God keep you for
me.
Your husband who loves you so!
