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at deal of love to Dad and Nora and Chas and all。
DICK。
At the time that Richard's first travel articles appeared some of his critics took umbrage at the fact that he was evidently under the delusion that he had discovered London； Gibraltar； Athens； Paris； and the other cities he had visited； and that no one else had ever written about them。 As a matter of fact no one could have been more keenly conscious of what an oft…told tale were the places that he had chosen to describe。 If Richard took it for granted that the reader was totally unacquainted with the peoples of these cities and their ways； it was because he believed that that was the best way to write a descriptive article； always had believed it； and believed it so long as he wrote。 And whatever difference of opinion may have existed among the critics and the public as to Richard's fiction； I think it is safe to say that as a reporter his work of nearly thirty years stood at least as high as that of any of his contemporaries or perhaps as that of the reporters of all time。 As an editor； when he gave out an assignment to a reporter to write an article on some well…worn subject and the reporter protested； Richard's answer was the same： 〃You must always remember that that story hasn't been written until YOU write it。〃 And when he suggested to an editor that he would like to write an article on Broadway； or the Panama Canal； or the ruins of Rome and the editor disapproved； Richard's argument was： 〃It hasn't been done until _I_ do it。〃 And it was not because he believed for a moment that he could do it better or as well as it had been done。 It was simply because he knew the old story was always a good story； that is； if it was seen with new eyes and from a new standpoint。 At twenty…eight he had written a book about England and her people； and the book had met with much success both in America and England。 At twenty…nine； equally unafraid； he had 〃covered〃 the ancient cities that border the Mediterranean； and now Paris lay before him！ This thoughtindeed few thoughtstroubled Richard very much in those days of his early successes。 He had youth； friends； a marvellous spirit of adventure； and besides there are many worse fates than being consigned to spending a few months in Paris； having a thoroughly joyous time； taking a few mental notes； and a little later on transferring them to paper in the quiet of a peaceful summer home at Marion。
Chief among his friends in Paris at this time was Charles Dana Gibson； who was living in a charming old house in the Latin Quarter； and where the artist did some of his best work and made himself extremely popular with both the Parisians and the American colony。 In addition to Gibson there were Kenneth Frazier； the portrait…painter； and Tina； Newton； and James Eustis； the daughter and sons of James B。 Eustis； who at that time was our ambassador to France； a most genial and kindly host； who made much of Richard and his young friends。
PARIS； May 5； 1893。 DEAR MOTHER：
It is a narrow street with apartment houses of gray stone and iron balconies along either side of it。 The sun sets at one end of the street at different times during the day and we all lean out on the balconies to look。 On the house； one below mine； on the other side of our street； is a square sign that says：
ALFRED DE MUSSET
EST MORT DANS CETTE MAISON
A great many beautiful ladies with the fashionable red shade of hair still call there； as they used to do when the proper color was black and it was worn in a chignon and the Second Empire had but just begun。 While they wait they stretch out in their carriages and gaze up at the balconies until they see me； and as I wear a gold and pink silk wrapper and not much else； they concentrate all their attention on the wrapper and forget to drop a sigh for the poet。 There are two young people on the sixth floor opposite； who come out on the balcony after dinner and hold on to each other and he tells her all about the work of the day。 Below there is a woman who sews nothing but black dresses； and who does that all day and all night by the light of a lamp。 And below the concierge stands all day in a lace cap and black gown and blue； and looks up the street and down the street like the woman in front of Hockley's。 BUT on the floor opposite mine there is a beautiful lady in a pink and white wrapper with long black hair and sleepy black eyes。 She does not take any interest in my pink wrapper； but contents herself with passing cabs and stray dogs and women with loaves of bread and bottles in their hands who occasionally stray into our street。 At six she appears in another gown and little slippers and a butterfly for a hat and says 〃Good…by〃 to the old concierge and trips off to dinner。 Lots of love to all。 DICK。
PARIS； May llth； 1893。 DEAR MOTHER：
I am still somewhat tentative as regards my opinion of the place； what it will bring me in the way of material I cannot tell。 So far； 〃Paris Decadent〃 would be a good title for anything I should write of it。 It is not that I have seen only the worst side of it but that that seems to be so much the most prominent。 They worship the hideous Eiffel Tower and they are a useless； flippant people who never sleep and yet do nothing while awake。 To…morrow I am going to a pretty inn surrounded by vines and trees to see a prize fight with all the silly young French men and their young friends in black and white who ape the English manners and customs even to 〃la box。〃 To night at the Ambassadeurs the rejected lover of some actress took a gang of bullies from Montmartre there and hissed and stoned her。 I turned up most innocently and greatly bored in the midst of it but I was too far away to pound anybody I collected two Englishmen and we went in front to await her re…appearance but she had hysterics and went off in a cab and so we were not given a second opportunity of showing them they should play fair。 It is a typical incident of the Frenchman and has made me wrathy。 The women watching the prize fight will make a good story and so will the arms of the red mill； 〃The Moulin Rouge〃 they keep turning and turning and grinding out health and virtue and souls。
I dined to night with the C…s and Ps； the Ex…Minister and disagreed with everybody and found them all very middle class as to intellect。 An old English lady next to me said apropos of something 〃that is because you are not clever like Mr。 and do not have to work with your brains。〃 To which I said； I did not mind not being clever as my father was a many times millionaire；〃 at which she became abjectly polite。 Young Rothenstein is going to do a picture of me to…morrow morning。 There is nothing much more to tell except that a horse stood on his fore legs in the Bois the other day and chucked me into space。 I was very sore but I went on going about as it was the Varnishing day at the new salon and I wished to see it。 I am over my stiffness now and if 〃anybody wants to buy a blooming bus〃 I have one for sale and five pairs of riding breeches and two of ditto boots。 No more riding for me… The boxing bag is in good order now and I do not need for exercise。 The lady across the street has a new wrap