"132 Slater St., Ottawa
Gee it seems to be a mighty long week. No word from you yet. Perhaps a letter will come in before I get away for Montreal. [So what's this Montreal business??]
Yesterday was occupied by making plans in the event that nothing materialized for me here. When I saw Major Ferguson, Forestry Corps, he offered me a Lieutenancy if I could get my category raised to B. I went over to Turner and we discussed the matter from every angle. He agreed with me that it would be wise to get to England. However I followed through with the lead Col. Gorseline had given me the day before and went back to him to see if he would raise my category to "B". He was helpless to do anything and said my chance in Canadian forces would be slim as there would be no possibility of having my category raised. With that I returned to Ralston's Secretary and asked her to thank the Col. for his endeavor on my behalf and to bid him farewell as I would be leaving for England today. (He may think over the matter or he may never be interested--and I don't much care) Gen. Turner very kindly offered to give me a letter to some high official in England which I am to pick up this morning. He is mighty good and is as mad as the D-C over the treatment I am receiving just because of red tape regulations.
Well, Sweetheart, I set out for Montreal today and if lucky then I shall soon be on a boat for England. [How's he going to do this? He's still using the $9.00 he started out with!] Once there I don't anticipate any difficulty--especially since Turner is giving me a letter and Gen. Perry is and many other friends are there also. I have no doubt in my mind that I am doing the right and only thing open to me. I suppose I could obtain a job with the Canadian Militia as a Private in some joint such as Sutty Dick (??) has, but I know you agree with me that that would not be a sensible thing to do and there must be something else that I could do more in line with my desire. To see some of the specimens, wearing much higher rank than I am seeking, strutting about here is mighty sickening. Maybe things will work out soon or later and I shall find a place.
My one great concern and worry is yourself and what I am doing. I am hoping it will bring you the greatest satisfaction and happiness possible. I shall not let up until you have and enjoy your fair portion of the world's comfort and security. All I ask you is to trust me and pray that my endeavor will succeed. You have been the greatest strength possible to me and have endured such deprivation as I would wish had never been necessary. We have been mighty happy through it all, which is the best indication that we shall finally succeed in realizing our dreams.
I am writing Doug [Jones' brother] this morning and you may hear from him before very long. I shall make some arrangement here with the Pension department so you can cash my cheques. I shall write you later about what is finally decided on.
I hope to reach Montreal by tomorrow night, if lucky. Since I am an experienced hitch-hiker, I can almost move about on schedule now.
Please address all mail to Mrs. Stonham, Montreal and ask her to hold it until I arrive. I haven't her address with me but I can locate her once I arrive in Montreal by telephone book. The address is Dorchester Street.
Well Sweetheart, don't let disappointment get you down; be brave as you always have been and I shall keep you posted with each move.
I am O.K. financially. It costs little or nothing to move around as I am and thanks to your generosity before leaving, I am able to make Montreal alright. I shall have no trouble once there as shipping is very active at this time of year.
Heaps of love and a great big hug & kiss.
All right, so Jones had no luck in Ottawa with the military brass, so now he's determined to go to Britain where he is certain he'll fair better.