No 3

Belinda Iowa Dec 14^th 1862

 

            My Dear Husband

                                                This is another rainy sunday and I am at home and alone I have not been alone all day. Cyrus Ira and Will Long all took dinner here. There were a great many gloomy sundays last winter but the time never seemed long to me then, because I enjoyed the society that I so much need at the present time You can hardly imagine how long the days and nights seem to me now. I do not care much now how this war ends provided you are restored to me and released from every obligation which could separate us again. I expect the time will drag wearily for awhile; but by and by I will have something to comfort me, something to love and care for. How I long and yet dread for that time to come. Harvey and I were at town last friday. I told him how much I spent and he did not ask me what I got. I expect he could guess as well as you can what it was. I have not heard from you since you were at Columbus but heard that the 34^th was at Hellena. I would be so much better satisfied if I could always know just where you are, but by the time that I could get a letter from you writen at a a certain place / you will have had time to be a great distance from that place and I am never certain of anything concerning you except that you are gone from me and I wish that this was not such a positive fact. I intend this to be a private letter because I have writen all of the news to Dave I got my bounty orders when I was at Chariton. I cannot trade them for more than half what they call for, but they are drawing 6 per cent interest and I guess that it will pay to hold on to them awhile

 

If I do not write every thing you would like to know about just mention it and I will write every thing that you desire No more at this time but believe me your devoted wife

                                                                                                                        Louisa Reed

 

            Dec 15^th 1862

                                    The mail has come and I did not get a letter or hear from you I almost dread to hear from you now; but I suppose that bad news is better than suspense.

                                                                                                                        L A Reed

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