NEW YORK — 1890.
[DEAR CHAS:]
Brisbane has suggested to me that the Bradley story would
lead anyone to suppose that my evenings were spent in the
boudoirs of the horizontales of 34th Street and has scared me
somewhat in consequence. If it strikes you and Dad the same
way don't show it to Mother. Dad made one mistake by thinking
I wrote a gambling story which has made me nervous. It is
hardly the fair thing to suppose that a man must have an
intimate acquaintance with
whatever he writes of intimately. A lot of hunting people,
for instance, would not believe that I had written the
"Traver's Only Ride" story because they knew I did not hunt.
Don't either you or Dad make any mistake about this.
DICK.
As a matter of fact they would not let me in the room,
and I don't know whether it abounded in signed etchings or
Bougereau's nymphs.
