lived," and I think it was during the first year of his life at
Bethlehem that he began the foundation for the remarkable collection of
friends, both as to numbers and variety, of which he died possessed.
Although a "prep," he made many friends among the undergraduates of
Lehigh. He made friends with the friends of his uncle and many friends
in both of the Bethlehems of which his uncle had probably never heard.
Even at that early age he counted among his intimates William W.
Thurston, who was president of the Bethlehem Iron Company, and J. Davis
Brodhead, one of Pennsylvania's most conspicuous Democratic congressmen
and attorneys. Those who knew him at that time can easily understand
why Richard attracted men and women so much older than himself. He was
brimming over with physical health and animal spirits and took the
keenest interest in every one he met and in everything that was going
on about him. And in the broadest sense he saw to it then, as he did
throughout his life, that he always did his share.

During those early days at Bethlehem his letters to his family were
full of his social activities, with occasional references to his work
at school. He was always going to dinners or dances, entertaining
members of visiting theatrical companies; and on Friday night my mother
usually received a telegram, saying that he would arrive the next day
with a party of friends whom he had inadvertently asked to lunch and a
matinee. It was after one of these weekly visits that my mother wrote
Richard the following:

Monday Night. MY DARLING Boy:

You went off in such a hurry that it took my breath at the last. You
say coming down helps you. It certainly does me. It brings a real
sunshine to Papa and me. He was saying that to-day. I gave Nolly a
sort of holiday after her miseries last night. We went down street and
got Papa a present for our wedding day, a picture, after all, and then
I took Miss Baker some tickets for a concert. I saw her father who
said he "must speak about my noble looking boy." I always thought him
a genius but now I think him a man of penetration as well. Then Nolly
and I went over to see the Russians. But they are closely boxed up and
not allowed to-day to see visitors. So we came home cross and hungry.
All evening I have been writing business letters.

Papa has gone to a reception and Charley is hard at work at his desk.

I answered Mr. Allen's letter this morning, dear, and told