ts； and he ran and fixed it。 Then she went on praying。 And WHO do you think she was？ Queen Amelie of Portugal； you see her pictures in the Tattler and Sphere opening bazaars。 So she must be very good or she would not be saying her prayers all alone with the poor people and seeing that my Bessie's candle was burning。 I have been waiting here hoping to get some sort of credentials from Kitchener。 But though Winston Churchill has urged him； and tomorrow is going to urge him again； they give me no hope。 So I'll just go over 〃on my own〃 and I bet I'll see more than anyone else。 I have fine papers； anyhow。 I am now writing Scribner article； so THAT is off my mind。 And now that you are home； I have no 〃worries。〃 I wish I had got your cable earlier。 I would have had oysters and champagne in BATH TUBS。 Give my love to all the flowers； and to Shea and Paedrig； and Tom； and Louise； and Gouvey and the lake。 And take SUCH good care of yourself； and love me； and be happy for I do so love you dear one。 I DO SO LOVE YOU。
YOUR HUSBAND。
September 15th。 DEAREST：
Tonight I got your cable in answer to mine asking if you were well。 All things considered twenty…four hours was not so long for them to get the answer to me。 You BET I will be careful。 I don't want to get nearer to a German than twenty miles。 At the battlefield I collected five German spiked helmets but at the Paris gate they took ALL of them from me。 I WAS mad！ I wanted to keep them in my 〃gym；〃 and pound them with Indian clubs。 I wrote all day yesterday； so today I did not work。 There is nothing more here to do。 And as soon as my contract is up October 1st； I will make towards YOU！ Seeing the big battle was great luck。 So far I have seen more than anyone。 I have had no credentials； and yet have been with ALL the armies。 Now I am just beating time； until I can get home。 The fighting is too far away even if I could go to it。 But I can't without being arrested。 And I am fed up on being arrested。 Today all the little children came out of doors。 They have been locked up for fear of airships。 It was fine to see them playing in the Champs Elysees and making forts out of pebbles； and rolling hoops。
God loves you； dear one； and I trust in Him。 But I am awful sick for a sight of you。 What a lot we will have to tell each other。 One thing I never have to tell you； but it makes me happy when I can。 It is this： I LOVE YOU！ And every minute I think of you。
With all my love。
Your
RICHARD。
PARIS； September 15th； 1914。 DEAR CHAS。：
I got this morning your letter of August 25th。 In it you say kind things about my account of the Germans entering Brussels。 Nothing so much pleases me as to get praise from you or to know my work pleases you。 Since the Germans were pushed in every one here is breathing again。 But for me it was bad as now the armies are too far to reach by taxicab； and if you are caught anywhere outside the city you are arrested and as a punishment sent to Tours。 Eight correspondents； among them two Times men and John Reed and Bobby Dunn； were sent to Tours Sunday。 I had another piece of luck that day with Gerald Morgan。 I taxicabed out to Soissons and saw a wonderful battle。 So； now I can go home in peace。 Had I been forced to return without seeing any fighting I never would have lived it down。 I am in my old rooms of years ago。 I got the whole imperial suite for eight francs a day。 It used to be 49 francs a day。 Of course； Paris that closes tight at nine is hardly Paris； but the beauty of the city never so much impressed me。 There is no fool running about to take your mind off the gardens and buildings。 What MOST makes me know I am in Paris； though； are the packages of segars lying on the dressing table。 Give my love to Dai； and tell her I hope soon to see you。 The war correspondent is dead。 My only chance was to get with the English who will take one American and asked Bryan to choose； he passed it to the Press Association and they chose Palmer。 But I don't believe the official correspondents will be allowed to see much。 I saw the Germans enter Brussels； the burning of Louvain and the Battle of Soissons and had a very serious run in with the Germans and nearly got shot。 But now if you go out； every man is after you； and even the gendarmes try to arrest you。 It is sickening。 For never； of course； was there such a chance to describe things that everyone wants to read about。 Again my love to Dai and you。 I will see you soon。
RICHARD。
In October Richard returned to the United States and settled down to complete his first book on the war。 During this period and indeed until the hour of his death my brother devoted the greater part of his time to the cause of the Allies。 He had always believed that the United States should have entered the war when the Germans first outraged Belgium； and to this effect he wrote many letters to the newspapers。 In addition to this he was most active in various of the charities devoted to the causes of the Allies； wrote a number of appeals； and contributed money out of all proportion to his means。 The following appeal he wrote for the Secours National：
〃You are invited to help women； children and old people in Paris and in France； wherever the war has brought desolation and distress。 To France you owe a debt。 It is not alone the debt you incurred when your great grandfathers fought for liberty； and to help them； France sent soldiers； ships and two great generals； Rochambeau and La Fayette。 You owe France for that； but since then you have incurred other debts。
〃Though you may never have visited France； her art； literature； her discoveries in Science； her sense of what is beautiful； whether in a bonnet； a boulevard or a triumphal arch； have visited you。 For them you are the happier； and for them also； to France you are in debt。
〃If you have visited Paris； then your debt is increased a hundred fold。 For to whatever part of France you journeyed； there you found courtesy； kindness； your visit became a holiday； you departed with a sense of renunciation； you were determined to return。 And when after the war； you do revisit France； if your debt is unpaid； can you without embarrassment sink into debt still deeper？ What you sought Paris gave you freely。 Was it to study art or to learn history； for the history of France is the history of the world； was it to dine under the trees or to rob the Rue de la Paix of a new model； was it for weeks to motor on the white roads or at a cafe table watch the world pass？ Whatever you sought； you found。 Now； as in 1776 we fought； to…day France fights for freedom； and in behalf of all the world； against militarism that is ‘made in Germany。'
〃Her men are in the trenches； her women are working in the fields； sweeping the Paris boulevards； lighting the street lamps。 They are undaunted； independent； magnificently capable。 They ask no charity。 But from those districts the war has wrecked； there are hundreds of thousands of women and little children without work； shelter or food。 To them throughout the war zone the Secours National gives instant relief。 In one day in Paris alone it provides 80；000 free meals。 Six cents pays for one of these meals。 One dollar from you will for a week keep a woman or child alive。
〃The story is that one man said； ‘In this war the women and children suffer most。 I'm awfully sorry for them！' and the other man said； ‘Yes I'm five dollars sorry。 How sorry are you？'
〃If ever you intend paying that debt you owe to France do not wait until the war is ended。 Now； while you still owe it； do not again impose yourself upon her hospitality； her courtesy； her friendship。
〃But； pay the debt now。
〃And then； when next in Paris you sit at your favorite table and your favorite waiter hands you the menu； will you not the more enjoy your dinner if you know that while he was fighting on the Aisne； it was your privilege to help a little in keeping his wife and child alive。〃
The winter of 1914…15 Richard and his wife spent in New York； and on January 4； 1915； their baby； Hope； was born。 No event in my brother's life had ever brought him such infinite happiness； and during the short fifteen months that remained to him she was seldom； if ever； from his thoughts； and no father ever planned more carefully for a child's future than Richard did for his little daughter。
On April 11 my brother and his wife took Hope to Crossroads for the first time。 In his diary of this time he writes； 〃Only home in the world is the one I own。 Everything belongs。 It is so comfortable and the lake and the streams in the woods where you can get your feet wet。 The thrill of thinking a stump is a trespasser！ You can't do that on ten acres。〃
A cause in which Richard was enormously interested at this time was that of the preparedness of his own country； and for it he worked unremittingly。 In August； 1915； he went to Plattsburg； where he took a month of military training。
PLATTSBTTRG； N。 Y。
August； 1915。 DEAR OLD MAN：
This is a very real thing； and STRENUOUS。 I know now why God invented Sunday。 The first two days were mighty hard； and I had to work extra to catch up。 I don't know a darned thing； and after watching soldiers for years； find that I have picked up nothing that they have to learn。 The only things I have learned don't count here； as they might under marching conditions。 My riding I find is quite good； and so is my rifle shooting。 As you could always beat me at that you can see the conditions are not high。 But being used to the army saddle helps me a lot。 I have a steeple chaser on one side and a M。 F。 H。 on the other； and they can't keep in the saddle； and hate it with bitter oaths。 The camp commander told me that was a curious development； that the best gentlemen jockeys and polo players on account of the saddle； were sore； in every sense。 Yesterday I rose at 5…30； assembled for breakfast at six； took down tent to ventilate it； when a cloud meanly appeared； and I had to put it up again。 Then in heavy marching order we drilled two hours as skirmishers； running and hurling ourselves at the earth； like falling on the ball； and I always seemed to fall where the cinder path crossed the pa