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It is still cold； but that AWFUL cold spell was quite unprecedented and is not likely to come again。 I NEVER suffered so from cold； and； as you know； I suffer considerable。 All the English officers who had hunted in cold places； said neither had they ever felt such cold。 Seven hundred Tommies were frost bitten and toes and fingers fell off。 I do not say anything about how awful it is not to hear。 But； if I had had your letters forwarded to this dump of the Levant； I never would have got them。 Now； I have to wait for them until I get to Paris； but there I will surely get them。 Cables； of course； can reach me； but no cables mean to me that you are all right。 Nor do I want to 〃talk〃 about Christmas。
You know how I feel about that； and about missing the first one SHE has had。 But it will be the LAST one we will know apart。 Never again！
I want you in my arms and to hear you laugh and see your eyes。 I am in need of you to make a fuss over me。 McCutcheon and Co。 don't care whether I have cold hands or not。 You do。 Your ointment and gloves saved my fingers from falling off like the soldiers' did。 And your 〃housewife〃 I use to put on buttons； and； your scapular and medal keep me well。 But your love is what really lifts me up and consoles me。 When I think how you and I care for each other； then； I am scared； for it is very beautiful。 And we must not ever be away from each other again。 God keep you my beloved； and both my blessings。 I cannot bear itwhen I think of all I am missing of her； and； all that she is doing。 God guard you both。 My darling and dear wife and mother of Hope。
Your husband；
RICHARD。
SALONICA； December 18th。
DEAREST WIFE AND SWEETHEART：
I am very blue tonight； and NEVER was so homesick。 Yesterday just to feel I was in touch with you I sent a cable through the fog； it said； 〃Well； homesick； all love to you both。〃 I did not ask if you and Hope were well； because I KNOW the good Lord will not let any harm come to you。 I am certainly caught by the heels this time。 And it will be the last time。 As you know； I meant only to go to France where no time would be wasted in travel； and I would be able to get back soon。 But the blockade held up the ship and on the other one the captain stayed at anchor； and； then when I got here； the Allies retreated； and I had to stay on to cover what is to come next。 What that is； or whether nothing happens； you will know by the time this reaches you。 So； here I am。 For TEN days until this morning we have never seen the sun。 In sixty years nothing like it has happened。 The Salonicans said the English transports brought the fog with them。 Anyway； I got it。 My room is right on the harbor。 I never thought I would LOVE an oil stove。 I always thought they were ill…smelling； air…destroying。 But this one saved my life。 I wrote with it between my knees； I dry my laundry on it； and use the tin pan on top of it to take the dampness out of the bed。 The fog kept everything like a sponge。 Coal is thirty dollars a ton。 To get wood for firewood the boatmen row miles out； and wait below the transports to get the boxes they throw overboard。 I go around asking EVERYBODY if this place is not now a dead duck for news。 But they all give me no encouragement。 They say it is the news center of the world。 I hope it chokes。 I try to comfort myself by thinking you are happy； because you have Hope； and I have nobody； except John McCutcheon and Bass and Jimmie Hare； and they are as blue as I am； and no one can get any money。 I cabled today to Wheeler for some via the State Department。 I went to the Servian camp for the little orphans whose fathers have been killed； and they all knelt and kissed my hands。 It was awful。 I thought of Hope； and hugged a few and carried them around in my arms and felt much better。 Today for the first time； I quit work and went to see an American film at the cinema to cheer me。 But when I saw the streetcars； and 〃ready to wear〃 clothes； and the policemen I got suicidal。 I went back and told the others and they all rushed off to see 〃home〃 things； and are there now。 This is a yell of a letter； but it's the only kind I can write。 My stories and cables are rotten； too。 I have seen nothingjust traveled and waited for something to happen。 Goodnight； dearest one。 I love you so。 You will never know how much I love you。 Kiss my darling for me； and； think only of the good days when we will be together again。 Such good days。 Goodnight againall love。
RICHARD。
HARBOR SALONICA； December 19th。
I am a happy man tonight！ And that is the first time I have been able to say so since I left you。 The backbone of the trip is broken！ and my face is turned Westtoward you and Hope。 John McCutcheon gave me a farewell dinner tonight of which I got one half； as the police made me go on board at nine； although we do not sail until five in the morning。 So there was time for only one toast； as I was making for the door。 Was it to your husband？ It was not。 It was to Hope Davis； two weeks yet of being one year old； and being toasted by the war correspondents in Salonica。 They knew it would please me。 And I went away very choken and happy。 SUCH a boat as this is！ I have a sofa in the dining…room； and at present it is jammed with refugees and all smoking and not an air port open。 What a relief it will be to once more get among clean people。 We must help the Servians； and God knows they need help。 But； if they would help each other； or themselves； I would like them better。 I am now on deck under the cargo light and； on the top floor of the Olympus Hotel； can see John's dinner growing gayer and gayer。 It is like the man who went on a honeymoon alone。 I am so happy tonight。 You seem so near now that I am coming West。
How terribly I have missed you； and wanted you； and longed for your voice and LAUGH； and to have you open the door of my writing room； and say； 〃A lady is coming to call on you；〃 and then enter the dearest wife and dearest baby in the world！
God bless you； and all my love。
RICHARD。
ROME； Christmas Eve；
1915。 MY DEAREST； DEAREST； DEAREST：
I planned to get to Paris late Christmas night。 I cabled Frazier at the Embassy； to have all my letters at the Hotel de l'Empire。 I MEANT to spend the night reading of you and Hope。 I made a record trip from Salonica。 By leaving the second steamer at Messina and taking an eighteen…hour trip across Italy I saved ten hours。 But when I got here I found the French Consul had taken a holiday； AND WAS OUT BUYING CHRISTMAS PRESENTS！ So； I could not get permission to enter France。 With some Red Cross Americans； I raged around the French Consulate； but it was no use。 So I am here； and cannot leave UNTIL MIDNIGHT CHRISTMAS。 When I found I could not get away； I told Cook's to give me their rapid…fire guide； and I set out to SEE ROME。 The Manager of Cook's was the same man who； 19 years ago； sold me tickets to the Greek war in Florence； when the American Consulate was in the same building with Cook's； and Charley was Consul。 So he gave me a great guide。 We began at ten this morning and we stopped at six。 They say it takes five years to see Rome； but wh