_Dear Kate_:
We were married this morning by the priest at the church near here.
Mother was there (oh, Kate, it is nice to say "mother"), and Jack and
the Captain of the station that bullied me so, but he is really all
right when his uniform is off and he was a great friend of Tom's father.
It was over awful sudden. It seemed they just had begun, when he said,
"Kiss your wife," and I found we was married.
Now you are out on Saturday, Kate. Tom is coming with me, and we will be
there at 10:30. Now, I don't want you to feel, like you said in your
letter, that you are ashamed to look anybody in the face. You don't need
to be, and when those old doors close behind you, you just forget them,
and think of what is before you. Why, you went in there with nobody but
me and Jim and Billy, and you come out having a great big family, a
mother and two brothers, a kid and a sister, not to speak of a farm and
two live pigs and a black and white cow that is a waiting for you, and
we are all a loving you, and ain't a thinking or a caring nothing about
your past, just going to help you make a future. When we step out of the
gates, we will look up at the great big, blue sky and though none of us
ain't long on prayer, perhaps who is ever watching above there, will
know just what we feel and will start us right. Anyway, Kate, we will be
waiting for you, and we are all going to be so happy, that there will
never be a grey day, they will all be blue and gold with the sun a
shining.
Yours,
_Nan Cassidy_.