We don't know which。 She is about as beautiful a woman as I ever saw； and very witty and well…informed； but it would cost a good deal to keep her in diamonds。 She wears some the Queen gave her； but she wants more。
DICK。
NEW YORK1890。 DEAR MOTHER （LATE MA）：
I am well and with lots to do。 I went up to see Hopper the other night； which was the first time in three months that I have been back of a theater； and it was like going home。 There is a smell about the painty and gassy and dusty place that I love as much as fresh earth and newly cut hay； and the girls look so pretty and bold lying around on the sets； and the men so out of focus and with such startling cheeks and lips。 They were very glad to see me and made a great fuss。 Then I've been to see Carmencita dance； which I enjoyed remarkably； and I have been reading Rudyard Kipling's short stories； and I think it is disgusting that a boy like that should write such stories。 He hasn't left himself anything to do when he gets old。 He reminds me of Bret Harte and not a bit of Stevenson； to whom some of them compare him。
I am very glad you liked the lady in mid…air story so much； but it wasn't a bit necessary to add the MORAL from a MOTHER。 I saw it coming up before I had read two lines； and a very good moral it is； too； with which I agree heartily。 But； of course； you know it is not a new idea to me。 Anything as good and true as that moral cannot be new at this late date。 I went to the Brooklyn Handicap race yesterday。 It is one of the three biggest races of the year； and a man stood in front of me in the paddock in a white hat。 Another man asked him what he was 〃playing。〃
〃Well；〃 he said； 〃I fancy Fides myself。〃
〃Fides！〃 said his friend； 〃why； she ain't in it。 She won't see home。 Raceland's the horse for your money； she's favorite； and there isn't any second choice。 But Fides！ Why； she's simply impossible。 Raceland beat HER last Suburban。〃
〃Yes； I remember；〃 said the man in the white hat； 〃but I fancy Fides。〃
Then another chap said to him； 〃Fides is all good enough on a dust track on a sunny； pleasant day； but she can't ran in the mud。 She hasn't got the staying powers。 She's a pretty one to look at； but she's just a ‘grandstand' ladies' choice。 She ain't in it with Raceland or Erica。 The horse YOU want is not a pretty； dainty flyer； but a stayer； that is sure and that brings in good money； not big odds； but good money。 Why； I can name you a dozen better'n Fides。〃
〃Still； somehow； I like Fides best；〃 said the obstinate man in the white hat。
〃But Fides will take the bit in her mouth and run away； or throw the jock or break into the fence。 She isn't steady。 She's all right to have a little bet on； just enough for a flyer； but she's not the horse to plunge on。 If you're a millionaire with money to throw away； why； you might put some of it up on her； but； as it is； you want to put your money where it will be sure of a ‘place；' anyway。 Now； let me mark your card for you？〃
〃No；〃 said the man； 〃what you all say is reasonable； I see that； but； somehow； I rather fancy Fides best。〃
I've forgotten now whether Fides won or not； and whether she landed the man who just fancied her without knowing why a winner or sent him home broke。 But； in any event； that is quite immaterial； the story simply shows how obstinate some men are as regards horses andother uncertain critters。 I have no doubt but that the Methodist minister's daughter would have made Hiram happy if he had loved her； but he didn't。 No doubt Anne ； Nan ； Katy and Maude would have made me happy if they would have consented to have me and I had happened to love them； but I fancied Fides。
But now since I have scared you sufficiently； let me add for your peace of mind that I've not enough money to back any horses just at present； and before I put any money up on any one of them for the Matrimonial stakes； I will ask you first to look over the card and give me a few pointers。 I mayn't follow them； you know； but I'll give you a fair warning； at any rate。
〃You're my sweetheart； I'm your beau。〃 DICK。
NEW YORK； May 29； 1890。
This is just a little good night note to say how I wish I was with you down at that dear old place and how much I love you and Nora who is getting lovelier and sweeter and prettier everyday and I know a pretty girl when I see 'em； Fides； for instance。 But I won't tease you about that any more。
I finished a short silly story to night which I am in doubt whether to send off or not。 I think I will keep it until I read it to you and learn what you think。
Mr。 Gilder has asked me to stay with them at Marion； and to go to Cambridge with Mrs。 Gilder and dear Mrs。 Cleveland and Grover Cleveland； when he reads the poem before D。 K。 E。
I have bought a book on decorations； colored； and I am choosing what I want； like a boy with a new pair of boots。
Good…night； my dearest Mama。
DICK。
In addition to his regular work on The Evening Sun； my brother； as I have already said； was devoting a great part； of his leisure moments to the writing of short stories； and had made a tentative agreement with a well…known magazine to do a series of short sketches of New York types。 Evidently fearful that Richard was writing too much and with a view to pecuniary gain； my mother wrote the following note of warning：
PHILADELPHIA； 1890。 DEAR DICK：
I wouldn't undertake the 〃types。〃 For one thing； you will lose prestige writing for 's paper。 For another； I dread beyond everything your beginning to do hack work for money。 It is the beginning of decadence both in work and reputation for you。 I know by my own and a thousand other people。 Begin to write because it 〃is a lot of money〃 and you stop doing your best work。 You make your work common and your prices will soon go down。 George Lewes managed George Eliot wisely。
He stopped her hack work。 Kept her at writing novels and soon one each year brought her 40；000。 I am taking a purely mercenary view of the thing。 There is another which you understand better than I Mind your Mother's advice to younow and all the time is 〃do only your best workeven if you starve doing it。〃 But you won't starve。 You'll get your dinner at Martin's instead of Delmonico's； which won't hurt you in the long run。 Anyhow； 1000。 for 12；500 words is not a great price。
That was a fine tea you gave。 I should like to have heard the good talk。 It was like the regiment of brigadier generals with no privates。
Your
MOTHER。
This is a letter written by my father after the publication of Richard's story 〃A Walk up the Avenue。〃 Richard frequently spoke of his father as his 〃kindest and severest critic。〃
PHILADELPHIA； July 22nd； 1890。
10。30 P。 M。 MY DEAR Boy：
You can do it； you have done it； it is all right。 I have read A Walk up the Avenue。 It is far and away the best thing you have ever doneFull of fine subtle thought； of rare； manly feeling。
I am not afraid of Dick the author。 He's all right。 I shall only be afraidwhen I am afraidthat Dick the man will not live up to the other fellow； that he may forget how much the good Lord has given him； and how responsible to the good Lord and to himself he is and will be for it。 A man entrusted with such talent should carry himself straighter than others to whom it is denied。 He has great duties to do； he owes tribute to the giver。
Don't let the world's temptations in any of its forms come between you and your work。 Make your life worthy of your talent； and humbly by day and by night ask God to help you to do it。
I am very proud of this work。 It is good work； with brain； bone； nerve； muscle in it。 It is human； with healthy pulse and heartsome glow in it。 Remember； hereafter； you have by it put on the bars against yourself preventing you doing any work less good。 You have yourself made your record； you can't lower it。 You can only beat it。
Lovingly； DAD。
In the latter part of December； 1890； Richard left The Evening Sun to become the managing editor of Harper's Weekly。 George William Curtis was then its editor； and at this time no periodical had a broader or greater influence for the welfare of the country。 As Richard was then but twenty…six； his appointment to his new editorial duties came as a distinct honor。 The two years that Richard had spent on The Evening Sun had been probably the happiest he had ever known。 He really loved New York； and at this time Paris and London held no such place in his affections as they did in later years。 And indeed there was small reason why these should not have been happy years for any young man。 At twenty…six Richard had already accomplished much； and his name had become a familiar one not only to New Yorkers but throughout the country。 Youth and health he had； and many friends； and a talent that promised to carry him far in the profession he loved。 His new position paid him a salary considerably larger than he had received heretofore； and he now demanded and received much higher terms for his stories。 All of which was well for Richard because as his income grew so grew his tastes。 I have known few men who cared less for money than did my brother； and I have known few who cared more for what it could buy for his friends and for himself。 Money to him； and； during his life he made very large sums of it； he always chose to regard as income but never capital。 A bond or a share of stock meant to him what it would bring that day on the Stock Exchange。 The rainy day which is the bugaboo for the most of us； never seemed to show on his horizon。 For a man whose livelihood depended on the lasting quality of his creative faculties he had an infinite faith in the future； and indeed his own experience seemed to show that he was justified in this belief。 It could not have been very long after his start as a fiction writer that he received as high a price for his work as any of his contemporaries； and just previous to his death； more than twenty years later； he signed a contract to write six stories at a figure which； so far as I know； was the highest ever offered an American author。 In any case； money or the lack of it certainly never caused Richard any worriment during the early days of which I