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Adventures and Letters

changed with the hour, and it is more than possible that before the letter was sent he was
enjoying himself hugely and regarding Chicago with his usual kindly eyes.
Chicago Club, October 2, 1892.
DEAR FAMILY:
Though lost to sight I am still thinking of you sadly. It seems that I took a coupe after
leaving you and after living in it for a few years I grew tired and got out on the prairie
and walked along drinking in the pure air from the lakes and reading Liebig's and
Cooper's advs. After a brisk ten mile walk I reentered my coupe and we in time drew up
before a large hotel inhabited by a clerk and a regular boarder. I am on the seventh floor
without a bathroom or electric button--I merely made remarks and then returned to town
in a railroad train which runs conveniently near. After gaining civilization I made my
way through several parades or it may have been the same one to the reviewing stand.
My progress was marked by mocking remarks by the police who asked of each other to
get on to my coat and on several occasions I was mistaken by a crowd of some thousand
people for the P----e of W----s, and tumultuously cheered. At last I found an inspector of
police on horseback, who agreed to get me to the stand if it took a leg. He accordingly
charged about 300 women and clubbed eight men--I counted them--and finally got me in.
He was very drunk but he was very good to me.
Once back from Chicago Richard divided his time between his desk at Franklin Square,
his rooms on Twenty-eighth Street, and in quickly picking up the friendships and the
social activities his trip to England had temporarily broken off. Much as he now loved
London, he was still an enthusiastic New Yorker, and the amount of work and play he
accomplished was quite extraordinary. Indeed it is difficult to understand where he found
the time to do so much. In addition to his work on Harper's he wrote many short stories
and special articles, not only because he loved the mere writing of them, but because he
had come to so greatly enjoy the things he could buy with the money his labors now
brought him. His pleasures had increased as steadily as the prices he could now command
for his stories, and in looking back on those days it is rather remarkable when one
considers his age, the temptations that surrounded him, and his extraordinary capacity for
enjoyment, that he never seems to have forgotten the balance between work and play, and
stuck to both with an unswerving and unceasing enthusiasm. However, after four months
of New York, he decided it was high time for him to be off again, and he arranged with
the Harpers to spend the late winter and the spring in collecting material for the two sets
of articles which afterward appeared in book form under the titles of "The Rulers of the
Mediterranean" and "About Paris." He set sail for Gibraltar the early part of February,
1893, and the following letters describe his leisurely progress about the Mediterranean
ports.
NEW YORK, February 3, 1893.
DEAREST MOTHER:
This is a little present for you and a goodby. Your packing-case is what I need and what I
shall want, and I love it because you made it. But as YOU say, we understand and do not
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