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Now my dear old man this sounds like awfully cold comfort。 But it is the wisest idea your mother has got。 I confess I have GREAT faith in youand I try to judge you as if you were not my son。 I think you are going to take a high place among American authors； but I do not think you are going to do it by articles like that you sent to The Current。 The qualities which I think will bring it to you； you don't seem to value at all。 They are your dramatic eye。 I mean your quick perception of character and of the way character shows itself in looks； tones； dress； etc。； and in your keen sympathywith all kinds of peopleNow； these are the requisites for a novelist。 Added to that your humour。
You ought to make a novelist of the first class。 But you must not expect to do it this week or next。 A lasting； real success takes time； and patient； steady work。 Read Boz's first sketches of 〃London Life〃 and compare them with 〃Sydney Carton〃 or 〃David Copperfield〃 and you will see what time and hard work will do to develop genius。
I suppose you will wonder why I am moved to say all this？ It is； I think； because of your saying 〃the article sent to St。 Nicholas was the best you would be able to do for years to come〃 and I saw you were going to make it a crucial test of your ability。 That is； forgive me； nothing but nonsense。 Whatever the article may be； you may write one infinitely superior to it next week or month。 Just in proportion as you feel more deeply； or notice more keenly； and as you acquire the faculty of expressing your feelings or observations more delicately and powerfully which faculty must come into practice。 It is not inspirationit never was thatwithout practice； with any writer from Shakespeare down。
me。 I don't say； like Papa； stop writing。 God forbid。 I would almost as soon say stop breathing； for it is pretty much the same thing。 But only to remember that you have not yet conquered your art。 You are a journeyman not a master workman； so if you don't succeed； it does not count。 The future is what I look to； for you。 I had to stop my work to say all this； so good…bye dear old chum。
Yours；
MOTHER。
If anything worried Richard at all at this period； I think it was his desire to get down to steady newspaper work； or indeed any kind of work that would act as the first step of his career and by which he could pay his own way in the world。 It was with this idea uppermost in his mind in the late spring of 1886； and without any particular regret for the ending of his college career； that he left Baltimore and； returning to his home in Philadelphia； determined to accept the first position that presented itself。 But instead of going to work at once； he once more changed his plans and decided to sail for Santiago de Cuba with his friend William W。 Thurston； who as president of the Bethlehem Steel Company； was deeply interested in the iron mines of that region。 Here and then it was that Richard first fell in love with Cubaa love which in later years became almost an obsession with him。 Throughout his life whenever it was possible； and sometimes when it seemed practically impossible； my brother would listen to the call of his beloved tropics and； casting aside all responsibilities； would set sail for Santiago。 After all it was quite natural that he should feel as he did about this little Cuban coast town； for apart from its lazy life； spicy smells； waving palms and Spanish cooking； it was here that he found the material for his first novel and greatest monetary success； 〃Soldiers of Fortune。〃 Apart from the many purely pleasure trips he made to Santiago； twice he returned there to workonce as a correspondent during the Spanish…American War； and again when he went with Augustus Thomas to assist in the latter's film version of the play which years before Thomas had made from the novel。
CHAPTER III FIRST NEWSPAPER EXPERIENCES
In the late summer of 1886 Richard returned from Cuba and settled down in Philadelphia to write an article about his experiences at Santiago and to look for regular newspaper work。 Early in September he wrote his mother：
September； 1886。 DEAR MOTHER：
I saw the Record people to…day。 They said there was not an opening but could give me 〃chance〃 work； that is； I was to report each day at one and get what was left over。 I said I would take it as I would have my mornings free to write the article and what afternoons I did not have newspaper work besides。 This is satisfactory。 They are either doing all they can to oblige Dad or else giving me a trial trip before making an opening。 The article is progressing but slowly。 To paraphrase Talleyrand； what's done is but little and that little is not good。 However； since your last letter full of such excellent 〃tips〃 I have rewritten it and think it is much improved。 I will write to Thurston concerning the artist to…morrow。 He is away from B。 at present。 On the whole the article is not bad。
Your boy； DICK。
Richard's stay on The Record； however； was short…lived。 His excuse for the brevity of the experience was given in an interview some years later。 〃My City Editor didn't like me because on cold days I wore gloves。 But he was determined to make me work； and gave me about eighteen assignments a day； and paid me 7。 a week。 At the end of three months he discharged me as incompetent。〃
From The Record Richard went to The Press； which was much more to his liking； and； indeed it was here that he did his first real work and showed his first promise。 For nearly three years he did general reporting and during this time gained a great deal more personal success than comes to most members of that usually anonymous profession。 His big chance came with the Johnstown flood； and the news stories he wired to his paper showed the first glimpse of his ability as a correspondent。 Later on； disguised as a crook； he joined a gang of yeggmen； lived with them in the worst dives of the city； and eventually gained their good opinion to the extent of being allowed to assist in planning a burglary。 But before the actual robbery took place； Richard had obtained enough evidence against his crook companions to turn them over to the police and eventually land them in prison。 It was during these days that he wrote his first story for a magazine； and the following letter shows that it was something of a milestone in his career。
PHILADELPHIA。
August； 1888。 DEAR FAMILY：
The St。 Nicholas people sent me a check for 50 for the 〃pirate〃 story。 It would be insupportable affectation to say that I was not delighted。 Jennings Crute and I were waiting for breakfast when I found the letter。 I opened it very slowly； for I feared they would bluff me with some letter about illustrations or revision； or offering me a reduced subscription to the magazine。 There was a letter inside and a check。 I read the letter before I looked at the check； which I supposed would be for 30； as the other story was valued at 20。 The note said that a perfect gentleman named Chichester would be pleased if I would find enclosed a check for 50。 I looked at Jenny helplessly； and said； 〃It's for fifty； Jenny。〃 Crute had an insane look in his eyes as he murmured 〃half a hundred dollars； and on your day off； too。〃 Then I sat down suddenly and wondered what I would buy first； and Crute sat in a dazed condition； and abstractedly took a handful of segars out of the box dear old Dad gave me。 As I didn't say anything； he took another handful； and then sat down and gazed at the check for five minutes in awe。 After breakfast I calculated how much I would have after I paid my debts。 I still owe say 23； and I have some shoes to pay for and my hair to cut。 I had a wild idea of going over to New York and buying some stocks； but I guess I'll go to Bond's and Baker's instead。
I'm going down street now to see if Drexel wants to borrow any ready money…on the way down I will make purchases and pay bills so that my march will be a triumphal procession。
I got a story on the front page this morning about an explosion at Columbia Avenue StationI went out on it with another man my senior in years and experience； whom Watrous expected to write the story while I hustled for facts。 When we got back I had all the facts； and what little he had was incorrectso I said I would dispense with his services and write the story myself。 I did it very politely； but it queered the man before the men； and Watrous grew very sarcastic at his expense。 Next time Andy will know better and let me get my own stories alone。
Your Millionaire Son；
DICK。
I'm still the 〃same old Dick〃； not proud a bit。
This was my mother's reply：
Thursday。 August 1888。 DEAR DICK：
Your letter has just come and we are all delighted。 Well done for old St。 Nicholas！ I thought they meant to wait till the story was published。 It took me back to the day when I got 50。 for 〃Life in the Iron Mills。〃 I carried the letter half a day before opening it； being so sure that it was a refusal。
I had a great mind to read the letter to Davis and Cecile who were on the porch but was afraid you would not like it。
I did read them an extremely impertinent e