e from me。 If not； it will mean we still are waiting for a fight。 The only mistake I made was in not going home the first time they deceived us instead of waiting for this and worst of all。
to you all。
DICK。
MANCHURIA； August 14； 1904。
We have been riding through Manchuria for eleven days。 Nine days we rode then two days we rested。 By losing the trail we managed to average about 20 miles a day。 I kept well and enjoyed it very much。 As I had to leave my servant behind with a sick horse； I had to take care of my mule and pony myself and hunt fodder for them； so I was pretty busy。 Saiki did all he could； but he is not a servant and sooner than ask him I did things myself。 We passed through a very beautiful country； sleeping at railway stations and saw two battle fields of recent fights。 Now we are in a Chinese City and waiting to see what should be the biggest fight since Sedan。 The Russians are about ten miles from us； so we are not allowed outside the gates of the city without a guide。 Of course； we have none of that freedom we have enjoyed in other wars； but apart from that they treat us very well indeed。 And in a day or two they promise us much fighting； which we will be allowed to witness from a hill。 This is a very queer old city but the towns and country are all very primitive and we depend upon ourselves for our entertainment。 I expect soon to see you at home。 In three more days I shall have been out here five months and that is too long。 Good luck to you all。
R。 H。 D。
MANCHURIA； August 18th； 1904。
We still are inside this old Chinese town。 It has rained for five days； and this one is the first in which we could go abroad。 Unless you swim very well it is not safe to cross one of these streets。 We have found an old temple and some of us are in it now。 It is such a relief to escape from that compound and the rain。 This place is full of weeds and pine trees； cooing doves and butterflies。 The temples are closed and no one is in charge but an aged Chinaman。 We did not come here to sit in temples； so John and I will leave in a week； battle or no battle。 The argument that having waited so long one might as well wait a little longer does not touch us。 It was that argument that kept us in Tokio when we knew we were being deceived weekly； and the same man who deceived us there； is in charge here。 It is impossible to believe anything he tells his subordinates to tell us； so； we will be on our way back when you get this。 I am well； and only disappointed。 Had they not broken faith with us about Port Arthur we would by now have seen fighting。 As it is we will have wasted six months。
Love to Dad； and Chas and Nora and you。
DICK。
In writing of his decision to leave the Japanese army； Richard； after his return to the United States； said：
〃On the receipt of Oku's answer to the Correspondents we left the army。 Other correspondents would have quit then； as most of them did ten days later； but that their work and Kuroki； so far from being fifty miles north toward Mukden； as Okabe said he was； was twenty miles to the east on our right preparing for the； closing…in movement which was just about to begin。 Three days after we had left the army； the greatest battle since Sedan was waged for six days。
〃So； our half…year of time and money； of dreary waiting； of daily humiliations at the hands of officers with minds diseased by suspicion； all of which would have been made up to us by the sight of this one great spectacle； was to the end absolutely lost to us。 Perhaps we made a mistake in judgment。 As the cards fell we certainly did。
〃The only proposition before us was this： There was small chance of any immediate fighting。 If there were fighting we would not see it。 Confronted with the same conditions again； I would decide in exactly the same manner。 Our misfortune lay in the fact that our experience with other armies had led us to believe that officers and gentlemen speak the truth； that men with titles of nobility； and with the higher titles of General and Major…General； do not lie。 In that we were mistaken。〃
Greatly disappointed at his failure to see really anything of the war； much embittered at the Japanese over their treatment of the correspondents； Richard reached Vancouver in October。 As my father was seriously ill he came to Philadelphia at once and divided the next two months between our old home and Marion。
On December 14； 1904； my father died； and it was the first tragedy that had come into Richard's life； as it was in that of my sister or myself。 As an editorial writer； most of my father's work had been anonymous； but his influence had been as far…reaching as it had been ever for all that was just and fine。 All of his life he had worked unremittingly for good causes and； in spite of the heavy burdens which of his own will he had taken upon his none too strong shoulders； I have never met with a nature so calm ； so simple； so sympathetic with those who were weakweak in body or soul。 As all newspaper men must； he had been brought in constant contact with the worst elements of machine politics； as indeed he had with the lowest strata of the life common to any great city。 But in his own life he was as unsophisticated； his ideals of high living； his belief in the possibilities of good in all men and in all women； remained as unruffled as if he had never left his father's farm where he had spent his childhood。 When my father died Richard lost his 〃kindest and severest critic〃 as he also lost one of his very closest friends and companions。
During the short illness that preceded my brother's death； although quite unconscious that the end was so near； his thoughts constantly turned back to the days of his home in Philadelphia； and he got out the letters which as a boy and as a young man he had written to his family。 After reading a number of them he said： 〃I know now why we were such a happy It was because we were always； all of us； of the same age。〃
CHAPTER XV
MOUNT KISCO
During my brother's life there were four centres from which he set forth on his travels and to which he returned to finish the articles for which he had collected the material； or perhaps to write a novel； a few short stories； or occasionally a play； but unlike most of the followers of his craft； never to rest。 Indeed during the last twenty…five years of his life I do not recall two consecutive days when Richard did not devote a number of hours to literary work。 The centres of which I speak were first Philadelphia； then New York； then Marion； and lastly Mount Kisco。 Happy as Richard had been at Marion； the quaint little village； especially in winter； was rather inaccessible； and he realized that to be in touch with the numerous affairs in which he was interested that his headquarters should be in or near New York。 In addition to this he had for long wanted a home of his very own； and so located that he could have his family and his friends constantly about him。 Some years； however； elapsed between this dream and its realization。 In 1903 he took the first step by purchasing a farm situated in the Westchester Hills； five miles from Mount Kisco； New York。 He began by building a lake at the foot of the hill on which the home was to stand； then a water…tower； and finally the house itself。 The plans to the minutest detail had been laid out on the lawn at Marion and； as the architect himself said； there was nothing left for him to do but to design the cellar。
Richard and his wife moved into their new home in July； 1905； and called it Crossroads Farm； keeping the original name of the place。 In later years Richard added various adjoining parcels of land to his first purchase； and the property eventually included nearly three hundred acres。 The house itself was very large； very comfortable； and there were many guest…rooms which every week…end for long were filled by the jolliest of house…parties。 In his novel 〃The Blind Spot；〃 Justus Miles Forman gives the following very charming picture of the place：
〃It was a broad terrace paved with red brick that was stained and a little mossy； so that it looked much older than it had any right to； and along its outer border there were bay…trees set in big Italian terracotta jars； but the bay…trees were placed far apart so that they should not mask the view； and that was wise； for it was a fine view。 It is rugged country in that part of Westchester Countylike a choppy sea： all broken； twisted ridges； and abrupt little hills； and piled…up boulders； and hollow； cup…like depressions among them。 The Grey house sat； as it were； upon the lip of a cup； and from the southward terrace you looked across a mile or two of hollow bottom； with a little lake at your feet； to sloping pastures where there were cattle browsing； and to the far； high hills beyond。
〃There was no magnificence about the outlooknothing to make you catch your breath； but it was a good view with plenty of elbow room and no sign of a neighborno huddlingonly the water of the little lake； the brown November hillsides； and the clean blue sky above。 The distant cattle looked like scenic cattle painted on their green…bronze pasture to give an aspect of husbandry to the scene。〃
Although Richard was now comfortably settled； he had of late years acquired a great dread of cold weather。 As soon as winter set in his mind turned to the tropics； and whenever it was possible he went to Cuba or some other land where he was sure of plenty of heat and sunshine。 The early part of 1906 found him at Havana； this time on a visit to the Hon。 E。 V。 Morgan； who was then our minister to Cuba。 From Havana he went to the Isle of Pines。
ISLE OF PINES； March 26th； 1906。 DEAR MOTHER：
We are just returning from the Isle of Pines。 We reached there after a day on the water at about six on Wednesday； 22nd。 They dropped us at a woodshed in a mangrove swamp； where a Mr。 Mason met us with two mules。 I must have said I was going to the island because every one was expecting me。 Until the night before we had really no idea when we would go； so； to be welcomed wherever we went； was confusing。 For four days we were cut off from the world； and in that time； five days in all； we covered the entir