gies never ceased until night closed in on us and from sheer exhaustion we dropped unconscious into our patch…quilted cots。 All day long we swam or rowed； or sailed； or played ball； or camped out； or ate enormous mealsanything so long as our activities were ceaseless and our breathing apparatus given no rest。 About a mile up the river there was an islandit's a very small； prettily wooded； sandy…beached little place； but it seemed big enough in those days。 Robert Louis Stevenson made it famous by rechristening it Treasure Island； and writing the new name and his own on a bulkhead that had been built to shore up one of its fast disappearing sandy banks。 But that is very modern history and to us it has always been 〃The Island。〃 In our day； long before Stevenson had ever heard of the Manasquan； Richard and I had discovered this tight little piece of land； found great treasures there； and； hand in hand； had slept in a six…by…six tent while the lions and tigers growled at us from the surrounding forests。
As I recall these days of my boyhood I find the recollections of our life at Point Pleasant much more distinct than those we spent in Philadelphia。 For Richard these days were especially welcome。 They meant a respite from the studies which were a constant menace to himself and his parents； and the freedom of the open country； the ocean； the many sports on land and on the river gave his body the constant exercise his constitution seemed to demand； and a broad field for an imagination which was even then very keen； certainly keen enough to make the rest of us his followers。
In an extremely sympathetic appreciation which Irvin S。 Cobb wrote about my brother at the time of his death； he says that he doubts if there is such a thing as a born author。 Personally it so happened that I never grew up with any one； except my brother； who ever became an author； certainly an author of fiction； and so I cannot speak on the subject with authority。 But in the case of Richard； if he was not born an author； certainly no other career was ever considered。 So far as I know he never even wanted to go to sea or to be a bareback rider in a circus。 A boy； if he loves his father； usually wants to follow in his professional footsteps； and in the case of Richard； he had the double inspiration of following both in the footsteps of his father and in those of his mother。 For years before Richard's birth his father had been a newspaper editor and a well…known writer of stories and his mother a novelist and short…story writer of great distinction。 Of those times at Point Pleasant I fear I can remember but a few of our elders。 There were George Lambdin； Margaret Ruff； and Milne Ramsay； all painters of some note； a strange couple； Colonel Olcott and the afterward famous Madam Blavatsky； trying to start a Buddhist cult in this country； Mrs。 Frances Hodgson Burnett； with her foot on the first rung of the ladder of fame； who at the time loved much millinery finery。 One day my father took her out sailing and； much to the lady's discomfiture and greatly to Richard's and my delight； upset the famous authoress。 At a later period the Joseph Jeffersons used to visit us； Horace Howard Furness； one of my father's oldest friends； built a summer home very near us on the river； and Mrs。 John Drew and her daughter Georgie Barrymore spent their summers in a near…by hostelry。 I can remember Mrs。 Barrymore at that time very well…wonderfully handsome and a marvellously cheery manner。 Richard and I both loved her greatly； even though it were in secret。 Her daughter Ethel I remember best as she appeared on the beach； a sweet； long…legged child in a scarlet bathing…suit running toward the breakers and then dashing madly back to her mother's open arms。 A pretty figure of a child； but much too young for Richard to notice at that time。 In after…years the child in the scarlet bathing…suit and he became great pals。 Indeed； during the latter half of his life； through the good days and the bad； there were very few friends who held so close a place in his sympathy and his affections as Ethel Barrymore。
Until the summer of 1880 my brother continued on at the Episcopal Academy。 For some reason I was sent to a different school； but outside of our supposed hours of learning we were never apart。 With less than two years' difference in our ages our interests were much the same； and I fear our interests of those days were largely limited to out…of…door sports and the theatre。 We must have been very young indeed when my father first led us by the hand to see our first play。 On Saturday afternoons Richard and I； unattended but not wholly unalarmed； would set forth from our home on this thrilling weekly adventure。 Having joined our father at his office； he would invariably take us to a chop…house situated at the end of a blind alley which lay concealed somewhere in the neighborhood of Walnut and Third Streets； and where we ate a most wonderful luncheon of English chops and apple pie。 As the luncheon drew to its close I remember how Richard and I used to fret and fume while my father in a most leisurely manner used to finish off his mug of musty ale。 But at last the three of us； hand in hand； my father between us； were walking briskly toward our happy destination。 At that time there were only a few first…class theatres in Philadelphiathe Arch Street Theatre； owned by Mrs。 John Drew； the Chestnut Street； and the Walnut Streetall of which had stock companies； but which on the occasion of a visiting star acted as the supporting company。 These were the days of Booth； Jefferson； Adelaide Neilson； Charles Fletcher； Lotta； John McCullough； John Sleeper Clark； and the elder Sothern。 And how Richard and I worshipped them allnot only these but every small…bit actor in every stock company in town。 Indeed； so many favorites of the stage did my brother and I admire that ordinary frames would not begin to hold them all； and to overcome this defect we had our bedroom entirely redecorated。 The new scheme called for a gray wallpaper supported by a maroon dado。 At the top of the latter ran two parallel black picture mouldings between which we could easily insert cabinet photographs of the actors and actresses which for the moment we thought most worthy of a place in our collection。 As the room was fairly large and as the mouldings ran entirely around it； we had plenty of space for even our very elastic love for the heroes and heroines of the footlights。
Edwin Forrest ended his stage career just before our time； but I know that Richard at least saw him and heard that wonderful voice of thunder。 It seems that one day； while my mother and Richard were returning home； they got on a street…car which already held the great tragedian。 At the moment Forrest was suffering severely from gout and had his bad leg stretched well out before him。 My brother； being very young at the time and never very much of a respecter of persons； promptly fell over the great man's gouty foot。 Whereat （according to my mother； who was always a most truthful narrator） Forrest broke forth in a volcano of oaths and for blocks continued to hurl thunderous broadsides at Richard； which my mother insisted included the curse of Rome and every other famous tirade in the tragedian's repertory which in any way fitted the occasion。 Nearly forty years later my father became the president of the Edwin Forrest Home； the greatest charity ever founded by an actor for actors； and I am sure by his efforts of years on behalf of the institution did much to atone for Richard's early unhappy meeting with the greatest of all the famous leather…lunged tragedians。
From his youth my father had always been a close student of the classic and modern drama； and throughout his life numbered among his friends many of the celebrated actors and actresses of his time。 In those early days Booth used to come to rather formal luncheons； and at all such functions Richard and I ate our luncheon in the pantry； and when the great meal was nearly over in the dining…room we were allowed to come in in time for the ice…cream and to sit； figuratively； at the feet of the honored guest and generally； literally； on his or her knees。 Young as I was in those days I can readily recall one of those lunch…parties when the contrast between Booth and Dion Boucicault struck my youthful mind most forcibly。 Booth； with his deep…set； big black eyes； shaggy hair； and lank figure； his wonderfully modulated voice； rolled out his theories of acting； while the bald…headed； rotund Boucicault； his twinkling eyes snapping like a fox…terrier's； interrupted the sonorous speeches of the tragedian with crisp； witty criticisms or 〃asides〃 that made the rest of the company laugh and even brought a smile to the heavy； tragic features of Booth himself。 But there was nothing formal about our relations with John Sleeper Clark and the Jefferson family。 They were real 〃home folks〃 and often occupied our spare room； and when they were with us Richard and I were allowed to come to all the meals； and； even if unsolicited； freely express our views on the modern drama。
In later years to our Philadelphia home came Henry Irving and his fellow player Ellen Terry and Augustin Daly and that wonderful quartet； Ada Rehan； Mrs。 Gilbert； James Lewis； and our own John Drew。 Sir Henry I always recall by the first picture I had of him in our dining…room； sitting far away from the table； his long legs stretched before him； peering curiously at Richard and myself over black…rimmed glasses and then； with equal interest； turning back to the ash of a long cigar and talking drama with the famous jerky； nasal voice but always with a marvellous poise and convincing authority。 He took a great liking to Richard in those days； sent him a church…warden's pipe that he had used as Corporal Brewster； and made much of him later when my brother was in London。 Miss Terry was a much less formal and forbidding guest； rushing into the house like a whirlwind and filling the place with the sunshine and happiness that seemed to fairly exude from her beautiful magnetic presence。 Augustin Daly usually came with at least three of the stars of his company which I have already mentioned； but even the beautiful Rehan and the nice