If he will only ask, I know our people will give.

In a day or two, I think I will be allowed to see something, but, that you will know best by reading The Times.
Your loving husband is lonely for you, and so it will be always.
RICHARD.
November 17th.
DEAR SWEETHEART: My last letter was such a complaining one that I am ashamed.

But, not leaving me to decide what was best for the papers, made me mad.

Since I wrote, I ought to be madder, for I have been to the trenches outside of Rheims in Champagne; and, had they not deviled the spirit out of me with cables, I believe I could have written such a lot of stories of France that no one else has had the opportunity to write.

Believe me no one has yet told the story of the trench war.