Frank — To John W. Hallowell
Rochester, Minnesota, May 14, 1921
DEAR JACK,—I’ve been down into the Valley since I heard from you, but I’m up once more and with new light in my eye, new faith in my heart, more sense of the things that count and those that don’t. And affection, love for the good thing of any kind; loyalty, even mistaken loyalty, these are the things that the Gods treasure. They live longest. So I turn to give you my hand, dear boy,
I was most badly infected, but I really never felt better than when I stepped out of the auto on to the hospital steps. And it took some nerve for me to say, “Go to it,” under such circumstances. (I am patting myself on the back a bit now.)
Well, Glory be!—that step is taken and now I must fight to get fit. They say I am making as good a record as a boy, as to recovery, so all my Scotch whiskies, and big cigars and late nights with you politicians have not ruined me.
Say dear things to your Mother for me, Jack, and give greetings to all your family.
F. K. L.