March 21, 1941

To my dearest Stuart,

Ma’s funeral has come and gone, and I feel like I am once again trapped in a glass cage watching idly as time goes by. I have lost track of the days since she was laid to rest, and my memories of the service have all jumbled into one big blot of hazy misery and crying in my mind.

I feel like I am fighting a war myself, and I am losing.

Marcilli is no longer here. Father has sent her away from her school and has sent her to Trelawny to continue her schooling. He says Westwood would be a good school for her, and she would be away from all the ‘bad influences’ that is in the capital.

I tried to protest the move. Marcilli needs her family more than ever, but he remained unmoved.

He says that with Ma gone, it is time for him to give a firm hand to help guide our futures. I am unsure of what he means about that, my love, but he has been secretive as of late. I had thought it was the business deal he had worked on, but he said that the bit of business has been handled. He even invited his new business partner over for lunch a few times.

His name is Daniel Blake, but he insists that I call him Danny and that he will call me ‘Ells’. I have protested this, not wanting to seem too familiar, but he insists.

He is from Connecticut he says, and that he is looking to expand on the wealth he has inherited from his father. Father said that with Danny on board, the company is expected to grow to even an international market.

I have not the mind for business, but Father says that the future for the company is going well.

I am often the only one here in the house my dear, and it gets quite lonely during the day. I have tried to get into many hobbies to keep myself occupied, but I have yet to find the one that I truly love.

Singing has lost its splendor for me, and I have tried it all – drawing, knitting, reading – but nothing works. The only thing that brings me joy these days is your letters.

No matter how bleak your words may be, I look forward to your letters. They give me hope for a brighter future when everything else seems so dark.

Keep safe my love, I await your return to my arms.


September 13, 1941

To Stuart,

It has been months since my last letter and I have yet to receive a response from you. I hope that my deepest fears have not become true. Word from the newspaper is saying that the United States of America has been helping the Allies in their war in Europe. I hope this means that the war will be over soon.

Much has changed since my last letter. Marcilli is still in Trelawney, and I have yet to receive any response from her despite the fact that I have written to her many times. Father refuses to allow me to make the trip up to Westwood to see her, and I do not have the means to go there on my own. I hope that she is doing well and that maybe Father was right after all, and all she needed was time away from Kingston.

Father has spent more time away from the house now. It has reached the point where if I were to see him once per week, I would call myself lucky.

Fortunately, Danny has been around the house to keep me company. He has spent most of his days at the house playing on the grand piano. He is quite the skilled pianist – he had learned it in his youth and had dreams of playing in an orchestra before reality set his path in stone.

He reminds me a lot of you, Stuart.

He has insisted that he wants to take me out for a night out in the city. I don’t know what to say to him. Father says that Danny is a good man, who will treat me right, but I feel Father is only thinking with his pocket.

My mind is saying that there is no reason to decline his offer, but my heart is in turmoil.

Maybe if you were here, there would be no decision to make. But that is just wishful thinking.




January 21, 1942

To Stuart,

I am sorry, Stuart, but I could wait for you no longer.

Danny has asked me to marry him. He says he has never met a more beautiful woman in his life. He wants me to leave with him, and to return to America.

I said yes.

We are due to leave on the sixth of February, and we will be wedded on the fourteenth. Danny says it is perfect for us to be married on Valentine’s Day.

I know America has joined the war in Europe now, but I don’t have to worry about Danny. He suffered an injury in his youth, and so he cannot be enlisted to fight.

This will be the last letter that I write to you Stuart. I love you.




January 25, 1941

To whomever this may concern,

This letter is to the effect that Private Stuart A. Lincoln has been killed in action

By His Majesty’s command, I am to forward the enclosed message of sympathy from Their Gracious Majesties the King and Queen. I am at the same time to express the regret of the Army Council at the soldier’s death in his country’s service.

I am to add that any information that may be received as to the soldier’s burial will be communicated to you in due course. A separate letter dealing more fully with this subject is enclosed.

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