TELEGRAM.

July 16, 1918

I wanted to write to you yesterday, but the President needed me until late and I had accepted an invitation to dine with Mr. Hurly. When I left there it was not only late—10.30, but no place to write you. The war news was so good I decided to telegraph instead of writing.

The patient is progressing r most satisfactorily, so far, and I have good reasons to hope for a most beneficial result. It has been a big undertaking—and my solar plexus is now just returning to its normal weight.

No one knows anything about it except Miss E. Miss Harkins, Hoover—It is one secret that has been kept quiet, so far, and I think it is safe all right now.

We go out for a brief walk or a game of golf in the mornings. For obvious reasons we must go out to-morrow. He has been so very busy since Friday that he could not find time for play or recreation? Darling, I am happy and thankful it that the worse is over. I have not fattened any in the past week—but I am entirely well.

I get up every morning at seven o’clock promptly. Doing lots of work. This morn afternoon I motored in Jesse’s car to Baltimore, (Baruch is using our Marmon, his Simplex is laid up temporarily) to see Senator James. Mrs. J. called me last night late. The Senator was out motoring a few days ago. Yesterday he suffered a relapse and I fear the end is not far distant. It was heart breaking to tell Mrs. James the real truth—what she must be prepared for—

Mr. White and Leigh Palmer both called me by phone and gave me news from both you & Gordon. I was so glad to hear—and appreciate their calling.

Have not had time to attend Trust Co— business etc—but will do it all tomorrow.

I've just finished here—need to go to see Jesse; he is sick in bed. It is now 9.15—I must hurry on as I am trying to keep healthy hours—so much more I want to write—but good-night my precious darling—Your