April 22, 1928, Amherst, Massachusetts, to El Paso

Dear Helen : It is a changeable New England night. It has rained and now it snows. I am nearly alone. Every thing is quiet. Everyone has gone to a Beta dance. But for some reason , despite a special invitation , I am here. When I first came in I began smoking and reading 'Crusade' by Donn Byrne . Having finished it I could not help admitting that so many things called you to my mind and they brought the realization that you have for a long time controlled all the good there is in me, and still do. It also made me feel how unchivalrous I had been in the last letter. So won't you please write me, Ted.

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