finished "Her First Appearance" and Gibson is doing
the illustrations, three. I got $175. for it.

I am now at work on a story about Arthur Cumnock, Harvard's football
captain who was the hero of Class Day. It will come out this week and
will match Lieut. Grant's chance. In July I begin a story called the
"Traveller's Tale" which will be used in the November Harper. That is
all _I_ am doing.

So far the notices of "Gallegher" have been very good, I mean the
English ones.

I went up to Class Day on Friday and spent the day with Miss Fairchild
and Miss Howells and with Mr. H. for chaperone. He is getting old and
says he never deserved the fuss they made over him. We had a pretty
perfect day although it threatened rain most of the time. We wandered
around from one spread to another meeting beautifully dressed girls
everywhere and "lions" and celebrities. Then the fight for the roses
around the tree was very interesting and picturesque and arena like and
the best of all was sitting in the broad window seats of the
dormitories with a Girl or two, generally "a" girl and listening to the
glee club sing and watching the lanterns and the crowds of people as
beautiful as Redfern could make them.

Half of Seabright was burnt down last week but not my half, although
the fire destroyed all the stores and fishermen's houses and stopped
only one house away from Pannachi's, where I will put up. I am very
well and content and look forward to much pleasure this summer at
Seabright and much work. I find I have seldom been so happy as when
working hard and fast as I have been forced to do these last two weeks
and so I will keep it up. Not in such a way as to hurt me but just
enough to keep me happy. DICK.

NEW YORK, August 1891. From The Pall Mall Budget Gazette.

"The Americans are saying, by the way, that they have discovered a
Rudyard Kipling of their own. This is Mr. Richard Harding Davis, a
volume of whose stories has been published this week by Mr. Osgood.
Mr. Davis is only twenty-six, was for sometime on the staff of the New
York Evening Sun. He is now the editor of Harper's Weekly."

That is me. I have also a mother and sister who once went to London
and what do you think they first went to see, in London, mind you.
They got into a four wheeler and they said "cabby drive as fast as you
can," not knowing that four wheelers never go faster than a dead
march--" to-- "where do you think? St. Paul's, the Temple