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Show Endearing Notes to Rector Shown . . Clandestine Love Is Exposed Double Murder Mystery Clearing Charlotte Mills, 16, daughter of woman found ilain with New Jersey pastor, whose persistent efforts to fathom puzzling case are being rewarded by renewed activity of officers. Y . ; r y X V. v' Pitying References Made to Another An-other Woman, Who I Contented Con-tented With Crumb of Affection NEW BRUNSWICK, N. J, 0H. l Ifr U, P.)-l'ltylne rrfernce to "another wotnan" who had to content heraelf with "the cruinba" of th Itev. Ktlward Whei-ler HaM'a affeetlo.-. are cnntaltied In Mr. Kleanor Mill love lettera to tho rector, made ubllc today by Troeccutor Bcekniun. Th passionate note were found In tho ixicket of th minister after hfa tnuriliT. and aom of them were dla- J covered scattered around the ground j at tht acene of the traKf'W. j They nre replete w ith uch : phlasi-a an: j "I am tired today want to He with . you and rent for hours." j "Oh, you aweet, adoratile bnhykinfl of mine." j "Hecauae you and I hunirer for the! ftatu thing- In (he reu.ion for our lonK- j hiK to he IfV.ur." i "Poor Minnie. Mic If eaKlly con- tented with the crurnhn, isn't ahe, dear?" ; I'oor Minnie" la not Mrs. Hall. I GUSHING WITH LOVE. ' The lettera follow : "lciir Itoy Wasn't I happy to find a iw et note, for I didn't expect that you would rlk Jeavlnn one for me yenterday. rUu-h ilelicioiiK ecl.Ttr! "And the Iniok Is mure Interentlnir. than ynu thouKht It would bo. After I rea.1 it we will talk a Loot it. My darling, how will you aiem today. to-day. I muKt have caught cold, hut I don't know when, and 1 am tired toilay I-wain to lie with you and rent for bourn "And. honey, ynu put the dear picture pic-ture in my hymn hook. oh, you i-wei-t. adorable haliyklna of mine. M,nn;e uned my hymnal for the organ and I wonder if idle aw them, ai-;th"ii:h ai-;th"ii:h I don't rare win hit. If' ho pro-I pro-I vek" me no at times, an. I tonlK.lt If her flower arc ki lit here I II put them I in lle kitchen. Not that I am jcaloui. of Minnie, mv dorliiiK: it ifn't any-' any-' tl liiK to tie Jealous of. Hut I l-.ate hiT I to do for you what I thomrht of first, j she I'ouldn't n"r 1 put tin- fiow. m I on .sour d-k "he Biirtnifi"1i it WUN t. !.h.'w I l'or Minnie. Hhe H lazily; oilt-ntcd wiln rruinba. lan't ehe. I -Hn.w are you tonight, darllne? ii u I neein r'e-l and happy. We didn't have a minute alone, but it will appear ap-pear no at tun' a. loNCE NOT DR.EAMING. . nre.t, I am he't tlreamlnn today. An I lin k out of the. window I form no thoucht In my mind. JuM a drift-i drift-i ma (in. etraliiK at nothing In particular partic-ular an. I I alwaya do that when 1 am 1 tir.d The note I left ycaterdav waa . tnnil.le.i. but I had to hl'V " " m' amall ch:inie pur.-e a I m"t him. And i pt;iii, exrose I'.afit :nea In wrltini:: I 'low B'.ad I am hool reaum'.a ' ' -lon tomorrow and I can be alone to ! Wrlte I could n-er belong Jo a (Int. or wt.e.e there Is lneel.ant lauich-r,r lauich-r,r and ronv ei sat ! n. I need mv dream: tune mv bourn ah ne. and other peo- I, e innate and disturb me. , There l-n't much of interent in the t.aper. lo.J y. On" 1,1 un rticlej aiv 'All l.fe l hunger.' And how; true that i- A hm xer for what will a-itiff b.it what a var.ety of tanlea . ! Ami becaune you and I hunger f'.r th- atne thmr Ii the ra-wn ra-wn for our i..nnir to le lofrether aa lltllch. Ht I----lb!'. . My .ive la deep. calm, niibt today. I ain in the moid to listen to murle. IN DIFFERENT WORLD. -Y eril-i v I was talkmer to Mr. rurnn 'c. lldn t im anil not Itoten. rH h' waa ica.ly for rnnicrpuitlon. lie wa ajvi'ik: e'Hii' one n xt to HopLina Conflr.ucd u fa I times I must be polite, even If It Is to ' lit.-n to her Itrnorance. ' "Mil rinnnv mine. I't'l I' " 'ha' I live in a different world? Today I I urn not wide awake. I am not sad. but linnet. Yesterday I wi roMUklnu . I trie tho.e moods; they mean Intense life fire. TALKS OF LOVE NEST. j , -(Hi. darling. If I had an Income ol , j my own I would be very .elfish. I i jKiiesa, I'd build a waiting love nest j where I could dream unmolested and ! not care if I never ha,d peoplo to talk ! i. Iio..ks and music, pictures -oh. !hut treasures I would have. The ! birds. the butterfly. tho wild squirrel, and what I could see In the woods and sky. In my dream'. I'eopW would mean nothing and I'd rather watch the bugs and ants as they crawl along. Don't you lovo to watch an ant iia It creeps along? Honey, there Isn't a house large enough for me. My dreams are as big as the earth. I need" the great outdoors to live, to breathe In. Nature, and d created It. It Is what I feel a part of and I am a part of It It calls me Just as I yearn for the truest thing. And. darling dar-ling sweetheart, that I. why I long for our love to be the true.M. Ideal-aa pure as we can make It - for then It Is truest to nature and things that (ind created. Itut this love ne.t, you know, is dreadfully lonesome with Just me there. Then did He say we needed Jewel.? lld He say we needed anything any-thing except the mate? After that. loo, we would find other things that He created for our comfort and pieas- "1T1 in iVh"liiinniil"v """uni''i '''"'I'll made you want me? I never wanted to. TRU6 A8 CTftftL. "lieare't. there f'n't a man irhn can ever make me smile. As you ajd today, our hc.irts are true : "teel I .1111 not pretty. I know tlteie are clrls with sh.ipelv bodies, hut I'm (not ctrint; what they have. j I have Ihe greatest of all hlcss-:nKs- a nohle man and true, er.rni! love and mv he-irl Is his -my life is ' Ins--all I have is hispoor a. my body Is. sciawnv as my skin may l . I hut I .nil hia forever. Honey. I fet 1 , lonesome for you tenant. I want to ' talk to you. I feel hii full of thought. j Why do 1 cry so much. It ah amis line to cry. I will hate tho winter night'. Then I dream of curling up in a chair lth you -Oh. what dreams j I have. Will II ever be? Ilnil knows beat, .te-.r. It is eleven and I mut i set some rest, as I expect to be up tearlv to pin k .the lunch." ! TAKES A CHANCE. The last letter: i "My Hear. Hear Hoy: When I said I would leave a note I forgot that it mav not he wise, but I may take a chance, for I cannot have you disappointed dis-appointed ever, though It isn't much, i "How impatient I am and will be I want to look up into your dear , face for hours as you touch mv b"ty ', close. Honey, do you suppose we I could start early In Ihe morning and ! not return until the 'olloe Ing night? liarling. do von yearn for It as I do? "When will It tie, the last of the month? "1 gues. I hnd better not . leave this, but give It to yon tomorrow. I tin looking eves toward Ihe trees by elms and dreaming. "Oh. honey, I am fiery today, burning, burn-ing, flaming love. it seems ages since 1 saw my Itahykln'a body and kissed every hit if you." I ENDEARING NOTES (Continued from page 1) was married yesterday and they were !iueer people. Told Mrs. Hopkins they ! lived In a different world tnan some lcple. Mrs. Burns Is too Ignorant to i understand that, of course. And my! 1 wish you heard wnut disrespectful language Mrs. B ud. Hill I let her , mve. I hate to talk to Mrs. B. end Tiever da If I ran avoid It. lt'tat how It tells of Ood creating all these wtitnl'-r' f'r us. PEEPERS AROUND. Purlin.,-. I could rue for hours but I must stop as there are peepers around. t only know this. Hint Cod as a creator Is real. Nature Is real, t.m. so our lore Is the most vital, the 'truest Joy that can be known In this ! life and hereafter. Please don't laugh iat this. I know I'm crazy cat. but I ran t be different. Charlotte talks, then Don asks questions, then he annoys, so how can 1 write?" This Is all of letter No. 1. which was undated snd unsigned. Another letter: Hurling Mine, don't vott feel purring - blissfully contented. An 1 close lo you. too. Was my Roodl'vo to the others too hasty, and should I have said more? Was a truly mi-esiK-cted pleasure, dear sweetest bov. Oh. how good you nre. As 1 rode along 1 thought this is where I find my greatest lov. to he near my man: what care I for what other people call pleasure; to be near vou although al-though I didn't dare look at my nohle bovs face, this is nil Cask. How friendly our Kismn avenue road seems lo us. nnd Hear. cir Hoy everv time you take our hat off 1 never failed to notice, and can read vour face. Monday, too. And It is ' new messige of love everv time you do. and my heart sings for Jov and 1 could fling niy arms about . i,n,l pour kisses on my IVthykin a head and face. "Grandma. Is here, t must stop, sweetheart, my true heart. I could crush vou. Oh. 1 am wild tonight. So happv I could dance w -Hilly " letter No. ? is also undated and unsigned. Another epistle: PASSING MOOD. "I don't know why I feel this wsv today-It will pas', as vou know find t know. Oh. I know that ss much as I know you are mv true heart, that He Is watching and earing nnd we are never alone. Ho la always al-ways near 11". In whatever we do. even in - physical rlo.encss. He Is near, for we know He meant His children to taste deeply of all things I have much work I ought to do but 1 cun t today. I must wait until this 'mood passes nnl I come down to earth again Po I lore you too much? 1 know now that I could leave even your physical presence ami co Into n convent. "Vou are always in my mind fltll heart but I wouldn't see anyone else touch you, call you dear, rub vour tired bode, sew your torn trousers. oh. liarling' I don't ever want to call you 'Hear' or Honey' If anyone else can. Aren't vol! r'ad that no one hut vou can call me dear names? "One time 1 told you I hated your work I hated your parish. I guess It Is because I am Jealous of It." Another note follows: Hear. believe me. won't you Never will I ray you want tut body rather than me what I really am I know that If vou love me you will long and ache for mv body. Have I r lomnled vou. de ir? Have I ever |
