Leona 'S Journal ...


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Diary Entry Sept 21, 1911

Today was low temperature and wet. lead out for a walk anyway. The leave-taking are starting to call on and the damp makes their colouring material all the more vivid. I so wish Jonathan was here to walk with me. I walked thirster than I should and was quite chilled when I returned. I am never low temperature when he is with me.

journal submission Sep 22, 1911

Awoke this first light very tight in my breast. I know it is just a small fry over-crowding from too lots walking in the rain, but Mother insisted on calling Dr. Jamison. He confirmed my diagnosing, prescribed a day in bed and various doses of a smutty elixir. It was another rainy and cold day so I had little desire to go out in any case. I used the time to write a letter to my beloved Jonathan.

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Mr. Jonathan Stephen A. Douglas

Hotel telephone exchange Room 238

59 East Main Street

Chicago Prairie State

Dearest Jonathan :

I am forced to bed today by a piffling congestion. You know how I hate confinement. But at least I have time to publish and that offers much comfort. I count the minutes till you return and we are forever joined. I can not say enough how happy it makes me knowing that I will soon be your wife.

Yesterday I went for a walk, in spite of the inclement weather. I walked up to the burying ground and placed flowers at the ingress to the family vault where my dear sister Clarissa lies. It is such a endearing spot, especially this metre of year as the leaves cover the grass with their blanket of red, yellow and Orange. The ramification of a peachy oak spread over the entrance, sheltering it. It is such a peaceful, brooding place, I always feel refreshed when I come. I think it is because, for a while, whatever pains I feel or job are before me, they seem to evaporate to triviality as I contemplate the perfect eternal peace, that Clarissa now knows and that we too will find in God 's own time. I feel her presence so close as I stand there, beside her resting place. She was always so happy, in malice of the infirmity that plagued her since birth. She died two years ago, on the day that will be our wedding day. I still echo how, in her final consequence, she took my helping hand and smiled, whispering `` perhaps, when adjacent we meet, I shall finally beat you at badminton ''. Then a calm formulation came to her typeface and she quietly drifted away.

Oh, Jonathan, I do so wish she could be here to share our happy day. Yet I know I will feel her bearing, smiling down from heaven, so well-chosen for my happiness. On calorie-free matter, the menage is in a nation of such tote up mental confusion you would call back the wedding ceremony was tomorrow. Mother is running this way and that, look-alike checking on flowers, food for the reception, adjustment for node, and on and on. I do wish you were here to lend a calming influence.

Oh Jonathan, please assure me that you will let nothing hold up your return and that no subject what happens, we will be united on the appointed day.

All my ageless love life

Leona

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Sept. 23

Bright and sunny, some tightness remains, but my mood is as gay as the brilliantly orange and yellow leaves. Had what should be the final examination try-on on my nightgown. I ca n't believe that in only three week I will wear it down the aisle and become Mrs. Jonathan Little Giant ! news can not press out the joy I feel.

September 24

Awoke this morning with horrible coughing. It cleared after a while but the full MD ordered me to bed and ply me with more of his frightening elixir. He seemed quite grave, the old fool. None the to a lesser extent, I am happy that almost everything is cook for the nuptials, so I can take a few days to rest and recover. In only seven 24-hour interval my beloved Jack returns from his travels. I count the hours till he can concord me in his arms again.

Sep 25

This sunup was insensate and damp, I awoke again with practically cough and tone chilled. It passed by noon but I remained in bed all day, feeling weak and bore. The doctor came, and went again. He was as reassure as usual, but I noted a sense of touch of concern in his vocalisation. mother too, seemed a bit anxious after speaking with him. I, however, am so certain that nothing will interfere with our happiness, that I discount their concerns. I know it is a trivial ailment and I shall be up and about in no prison term. For the stage I shall savour the prospect to rest and get off from Mother 's constant flurry.

Sept 26

Today started much like yesterday, but it was well preceding noon before felt well enough to sit up and film a little food. The meanness in my chest persists even yet. Initially I was glad of the rest, but now I feel imprisoned. The doctor came and went, again, after forcing me to have Sir Thomas More of his awful medicinal drug. I do so wish this ailment would extend. I feel I have so a good deal to do. Heaven forbid that my beloved Jonathan should return from his journey and find me still confined to my bed.

Sept 27

Today I confronted the Dr. about my illness, upon which his foul elixirs seem to have no effect. He tried to avoid the question and say it was nothing, but I could differentiate he was not telling all and I persisted. Finally his face took on a serious expression. He told me he thought I was a strong womanhood who could face the truth, he proceeded to tell me that I was suffering from the Same ailment of the warmheartedness and lung that claimed my dear sister. Of course he is a hone fool ! How could he mean such a thing !

Sep 28

Still forced to bed. The discomfort seems unsound. It is all so unjust ! That I, a woman of such normal vigour, should be struck down in this way. I hate the morbid weeping faces of those convinced of my immanent death ! I hate the whispers outside my threshold ! What are they hiding from me ? That they are already planning my funeral ? ! The dullard gull ! I wish they would all leave well enough alone.

Sept 29

Oh please God ! If this is too be my fate at least let me be united with my beloved on our appointed day. Please commit me that much time ! Then I can leave this mankind contented in my brief but perfect felicity. I promise to set a honorable model by my passing as did my dear Sister if only you will give me that a good deal time.

phratry 30

I feel very sapless today. What niggling mother wit of hope I had has washed away in the slack mizzle that continues to fall outside. Somehow I know that the doctor was right, and I shall not be the rare exception who survives this disease. My gown was delivered this first light, but it brought fiddling joy to the household, the package sits in the Hall unopened. It all seems so pointless. The weeks of preparation, all for zippo. I do n't even cognise why I bother to preserve this record that none will benefit by.

October 1

My dearest Jonathan arrived today, and while the circumstances saddened us both, I feel so much better knowing he is here. The sun also returned to brighten my room. I no longer hope for recovery. I can not avail but sense the end is close. Yet somehow, today that seems Thomas More a blessed succor than tragical end. My only wish is that I come to my end with grace.

Father assured me that I would be laid beside Clarissa. He also assured me that, even though Jonathan was not technically a member of the family, they consider him as a son already, and that, should he prefer, he could be laid beside me, in God 's own time.

October 2

I had the most wondrous aspiration final stage night. I was walking in the cemetery, near the family vault, and there I met my love sister Clarissa. She was standing by the course, dressed in the beautiful dress in which she was laid to rest. It was obvious that she was waiting for me because, as I approached, she smiled and greeted me, `` Oh, there you are ! Come, I have something to show you '' She lead me to the burial vault and the heavy Fe door simply dissolved before us. I followed her in to where three low stone table stood. The first held a fill up coffin, the second held an open coffin lined with beautiful white satin and lace. The third was empty.

'' This is my station '' she said, gesturing to the closed coffin. `` Here is yours '', she said, stepping to the empty, open casket. `` And this is for your love Jonathan, if he so chooses '' `` seminal fluid, take your rest '' I stepped up and into the open abandon coffin, and lay down. It felt so prophylactic, muted, and peaceful. When I awoke, I was lying on my dorsum, my hands folded as if I were laid for burial. I felt more peaceable and refreshed than I have for many days.

October 3

The funeral director came this morning. I looked through his volume and ***********ed a casket. A rather simple plan of white enameled wood, lined with satin. He took some mensuration, and we discussed the details of the service. I told him that the wedding flowers would do for my funeral as well. I told him my wedding gown and head covering to be used for my entombment garments. I do desire Jonathan to see me in my marriage ceremony gown, even if it is to be as I lie in my casket. We discussed my funeral as calmly as I discussed my wedding a few week ago. Only now does that seem strange.

October 4

I feel so decrepit today, Jonathan has been here with me all day. It is such a comfort to know he is close. The priest came today as well. For a while we discussed the service, and what would happen to me. He spoke of the beauties of heaven, and did his best to re-assure me. Still, I know the end is near, and I am so afraid. Oh God, please ... please ... leave me peace.

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October 5

Here the diary curriculum vitae in another mitt

I, Jonathan Douglas, sum up this diary, that the events concerning the musical passage of my beloved Leona may be recorded for posterity. Yesterday Night she took this from beneath her pillow and pressed it into my hand, saying she could write no more and the contents might offer me some consolation. After she had gone to kip, I did register, and found with child comfort in her quieten acceptance of the disaster which has befallen her.

Today I witnessed the passage, or should I say the glory, of an angel, for surely she will be among the average of all the bonny backer in heaven. I pray that I do not cuss in this belief.

I was with my dear Leona when she awoke, in much distraint. She was febrile and coughing, and seemed very decrepit, but then about midmorning a foreign and beautiful composure came over her, and she seemed distant as if she was watching something far away. Of all the masses in the way, she seemed to be mindful of only me. She lay this way for some time, oblivious to all, even the priest who came to say the last religious rite. Then about noon, she squeezed my hand and smiled,

'' Look Jonathan '' she said, `` its Clarissa ! '' `` She 's here for our wedding ! '' `` I knew she would come ''

Then she turned to me and said `` Oh my beloved Jonathan. Now everything is pure ! ``

With that she closed her center and quietly breathed her finally. I stayed long by her English, reluctant to let her go.

October 7th

The Mortician has done his responsibility. He took Leona from us, and returned her this morning.

Now she rests in the living room. My God ! she is beautiful, even in demise. She lies there dressed forever in the surgical gown that she should have worn to our wedding in only three twenty-four hours. She seems so peaceful, so glad, as she lies surrounded by peak, the same gabardine flower that were meant for our glad day. Instead they will embellish her grave.

Tomorrow we will consider her to church, and thence to the vault where she will lie for eternity. Her don told me that, there is a place for me there too, should I hope it in time. I feel now that we will be together again soon. For what is a human lifespan in the face of timeless existence ! This thought process gives me great peace.

October 11

I pray that this diary may remain hidden for many years that what I record now may not bring plethora upon my home or the kin of any mentioned here. For I have kept my promise to my beloved Leona.

At twilight yesterday, I went to the crypt where she lies at heartsease. In my caller was the cemetery grounds steward, who for a few discrete clam, opened the vault that I might participate. Also in my company was a priest, fallen from grace with the church building for his love for various sins of the anatomy, the extent of which only I know. I swore not to bring out my knowledge providing that he assisted me and never revealed these proceedings. Upon entering the vault I opened the casket holding the earthly remains of my bride, and once again brook silent, amazed at her beauty, as she lay so peaceful and still, in all her marriage ceremony finery. following I opened the coffin of her sister which lay beside her, for if my darling Leona had her want, Clarissa would have stood beside us at the altar as her maiden of honor. Clarissa too, lay as if peacefully asleep, still lovely in her repose, despite the passageway of time since she was laid here.

I stood beside my beloved as the non-Christian priest read the matrimony vows, holding her low temperature, lifeless hand. I pledged to take her as my wife, and I answered for her as I knew she would pledge to take me for her husband. With the Bible `` with this anchor ring I do wed '' I placed the golden dance band on her pale coldness finger. And when the non-Christian priest pronounced us man and wife, I raised the veil from her aspect and gently kissed her cold lifeless mouth. I then bid the priest depart, and remained alone in the crypt with my beloved. I lifted her from her resting property, and holding her close, we slowly turned about the room. Her pin-up white dress swept the moth-eaten stone as we danced our marriage ceremony waltz. My own desire steadily grew as I swayed with her consistency held tight to mine.

When at last-place the music in my own head came to a close, I laid her again in her coffin, which was her spousal bed. Not an incompatible bed I thought, admiring the elegant blanched satin and lace on which she lay. Lifting the embryonic membrane from her fount, I gently kissed her and caressed her look. I stroked her breasts, so tauten and chill beneath her satin gown. All the while the mania for her grew in me until I could remain firm it no longer. Lifting the skirt of her dress, to bring out her femininity, I opened my pants to uncover my maleness. I climbed into the casket and lay atop my beloved, becoming one with her as we would throw on our wedding party dark. Holding her in my passionate embrace, kissing and caressing her cold, still case, I gave her the final exam natural endowment of our love, and left her with something of myself to remain with her for the ages. I lay thus with her long after my physical need was satisfied, my head resting on her satin covered breast, gently stroking her silky hair. Somehow I sensed that she was at peacefulness, and for a while at to the lowest degree, I shared that peace.

The morning sun was penetrating the lowly stained glass window of the vault door when I reluctantly rose and separated myself from my beloved. I arranged her dress neatly about her legs and folded her hands once again at her waist. From the bouquets around the bier I ***********ed a single perfect white rose and placed it in her handwriting. I gave her insensate lips a final exam kiss and gently lowered the silky veil over her case. She looked so peaceful, so tranquil, so beautiful. It was with swell difficulty that I closed the casket and left her to her churchman concluding rest. The break of day sun shown brightly as I left the hurdle. I was filled with a great sentience of joy that made the day seem all the brighter, for it seemed all around me I sensed the front of my beloved Leona. I saw her smiling in the dappled sunshine. I heard her laugh in the rustling leaves. I felt her caress in the blue cinch. Together we walked from the blank space and back to my routine humans. Yet I know my life history, what ever remains of it, will never be the same, for always I will be remembering her with joy, and longing for our final perfect unification

Here ends the diary of Leona Zimmerman Douglas ...
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