My sympathetic feeling for all writers makes it very
hard to venture an opinion detrimental to their work, especially as
we find we are frequently wrong.

_To one of his leading women, April, 1915:_

I appreciate the expression of your affection. It almost makes me
turn westward instead of eastward. However, we must do our jobs,
and so I do mine. I am sailing Saturday (per _Lusitania_). Heaven
only will know where I am in July. I cannot tell this year anything
about anything.

_To Booth Tarkington:_

I don't suppose you have any idea of coming to New York. There are
a lot of fine things here worth your while, including myself.

_Concerning Hubert Henry Davies, the author of "Outcast," Miss Elsie
Ferguson's very successful vehicle:_

He is a delightful, charming, simple, splendid fellow. You will be
delighted with him, and Miss Ferguson will be more than delighted
with him, because he will be so delighted with her. It is a fine
thing to have so nice a man as Davies arrive, and entirely
misunderstanding the person he is to rehearse because the surprise
will be all the greater. It pleases me, knowing what a fine
emotional (one of the very best in the world) young actress our
star is.

_To Harry Powers, manager of Powers Theater, Chicago, where his play
"The Beautiful Adventure," with Ann Murdock, was then running:_

Regarding "The Beautiful Adventure," if I am doing wrong in making
a clean situation out of one that is not clean, I am going to do
wrong. The theater-going public in the cities may not always get a
good play from me, but they trust me, and I shall try and retain
that trust. We may not get the same amount of money, but if we can
live through it we will get a lot more satisfaction for those we
like and for ourselves.

_Some of the last letters written by Frohman were filled with a curious
tenderness and affection. In the light of what happened after he sailed
they seem to be overcast with a strange foreboding of his doom. The most
striking example of this is furnished in a letter he wrote to Henry
Miller on April 29th, a few days before he went aboard the_ Lusitania.
_He had not written to Miller for a year, yet this is what he said:_

Dear Henry: I am going to London Saturday A.M. I want to say
good-by to you with this--and tell you how glad I am you've had a
good se