Part 9 (2/2)

”I was determined to find you a four-leaf clover, and yesterday I succeeded.

”It will bring you no end of good luck.”

”January 31, 1884.

”Don't worry when you are not in writing condition. If needful you can drop a postal now and then. The best way is to come up Sat.u.r.day night and have a talk. You need a little change and mountain air.

”I am writing by this mail for Mr. and Mrs. Dielman to come at the same time. Why would it not be a good plan to get together and talk over the completion of the story and take a sleigh ride?

”You have no idea how a little change freshens one up, and if you can spend Sunday and Monday we will all have a country frolic. I need one myself. I have been over-working and was very ill from nervous trouble for a few days. I went right to Nature, tramped and rode in the open air. So come Sat.u.r.day by all means, for we all want to see you.

”Beautiful red-pine grosbeaks are feeding about the piazza like chickens. With your powers you could go and pick them up.”

”December 13, 1884.

”I should have written to you or seen you before, but I have been working hard to get the _St. Nicholas_ serial well advanced.

”My heart is in the continuation of 'Nature's Serial.' Take the press generally, that book is being received remarkably well. I tell you frankly my aim now is to prepare one of the most beautiful books that has ever been published in this country. From what Dielman has said I have no doubt but that he'll go in with me. I also mentioned Mr. Frost to Alden and I shall also go see Mrs.

Foote. It is possible she may be willing to take a part of the ill.u.s.trations.

”But I shall be heartbroken if you cannot take the part of Hamlet in the performance. If you will, you can make old Cro'nest and Storm King your monuments, and few will pa.s.s up or down the river without mentioning your name.

”I shall begin to make my studies in January. In the meantime it will be a summer story, although I expect to close it at Christmas, and it will be full of just such material as suits your pencil.

”I would like at least four ill.u.s.trations for each number, as many full-paged as possible.

”Mrs. Roe joins me in regards to Mrs. Gibson.”

”December 29, 1884.

”What can I say to you? How make you _appreciate_ how greatly we _appreciate_ and value your beautiful remembrance? We all went into ecstasies over the picture, which arrived in perfect safety. It should have gone into the book if I had seen it before, and had had any influence. As it is, it rounds out 'Nature's Serial' to my mind, and leaves it a past experience without alloy, except as I remember the imperfection of my own work. Can you wonder at my desire to be at work with you again some day?

”But we will leave that for the present, as you say, I living in hopes that the way will open for you to explore the Highlands with me, and to reveal their beauties to the public far better than I can. You see Nature as I do, only you interpret it to me, and make it more beautiful than the reality appears.

”I will have the picture framed as you suggest, and when you soon come to Cornwall again it will greet you from an honored place in our parlor.

”Mrs. Roe and the girls, with our guests, were as greatly pleased as myself.

”Mr. and Mrs. Drake also sent us a beautiful bit of art. I am just delighted with the way Mr. Drake is taking hold of my _St.

Nicholas_ serial. I send the magazine for the year to W. H. Gibson, Jr.

”You did indeed win a victory over the 'increment.i.tious' critic. I should think he would wish to crawl into a small hole, and 'pull the hole in after him.' Indeed you are triumphing over all your critics, and winning your rightful place. I knew this would be true years ago, because of your own truth to Nature.

”Such an experience may never come to me, probably because I do not deserve it, but I am content to make some warm friends, like the writer of the enclosed letter. If what some of my critics say is true, a good many people who write and speak to me are awful and unnecessary liars.

”I enjoyed your triumph as greatly as if it were my own. It was the neatest thrust under the fifth rib I ever saw, and I fear I shall never have enough Christian meekness not to enjoy seeing a fellow receive his _conge_ when so well deserved. Dr. Abbott and I took part in the 'wake' up here.

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