Wednesday Nite 9/9.

My Dear Sweetheart,

This was my Red Letter day, for there were two of your letters which I read. One of them was posted on the 3d and was delayed at Jax. The postal folks don’t always find the word Beach in the address and sometimes they try to deliver them in Jax. This one contained Mr. Cavitt’s letter, which I am returning herewith, as it is likely that you may want to keep it. It was mighty nice of him to write as he did and no doubt he cared for you too. But I am sure that he could not love you anymore than I do. You have a faculty of keeping your old beaus as good friends. Perhaps some of them think that there will even be a chance that you will be widow. If they do, they are mistaken, for I am not going to die so soon and I know that this is the only thing which could happen that would separate us. I hope that you will live always and that I’ll never die. We are going to be happy, Dear, and I am mighty happy now to know that I am so fortunate. There is no other in the whole world like you, and I love just you. Goodness only knows how much I do love you.

September 9, 1925 (Walter)

Dr. White leaves me tomorrow at 3PM. I will go to Jax with him and will probably post this letter up there. He is thoroughly sold on his acreage which adjoins ours, and he is of the opinion that he will buy some more tomorrow, another 20 acres. He is so conservative that I did not believe that he could be interested in real estate, but now he is thoroughly sold on it. Ours is only ten acres, but it is about as much as I want at the present time. I don’t believe in putting all my eggs in one basket. At the present time they are in three baskets, and I believe that all are good buys. The Dallas home will not increase as fast as the one down here, but it is a good buy anyway. I believe that we will realize a profit from the sale of any of them.

With a goodnight kiss,

Your
Walter.