Part 11 (1/2)

In February, 1894, Richard was forced by a severe attack of sciatica to give up teayeties of New York and for a cure he naturally chose our hoh unable to leave his bed, he continued to do a considerable a the novelette ”The Princess Aline,” in the writing of which I believe my brother took more pleasure than in that of any story or novel he ever wrote The future Empress of Russia was the heroine of the tale, and that she eventually read the story and was apparently delighted with it caused Richard much human happiness

PHILADELPHIA

March 5th

DEAR CHAS:

I aht literature and hoone and I only get depressed at ti tired and I think I will take quite a rest before I venture across the seas

But across them I will come no matter if all the nerves on earth jump and pull Still, I think it wiser for all concerned that I get thoroughly well so that when I do coain as I did last ti yet and the world's wide and there's a new farce cos to doand then do the to have the one to all of you folks over there

dick

TAKE ME BACK TO BROADWAY, WHERE THE ORCHIDS GROW

WITH APOLOGIES TO THE WESTERN DIALECT POETS

”I have wandered up and down somewhat in many different lands I have been to Fort Worth, Texas, and I've traht, and I've visited the Fair And to save enumeration I've been nearly everywhere

But no ed to be on Broadway

Where the Orchids Grow

Some people love the lilies fair that hide in mossy dells Some folks are fond of nen hay, before the rainy spells But give toin Thorley's store, And in Fleischman's at the Hoffman, and in half a dozen more And when I see thelow For they take me back to Broadway

Where the Orchids Grow

Let Paris boast of boulevards where one can sit and drink There is no such chance on Broadway, at the Brower House, 'I don't think'

And where else are there fair soubrettes in pipe clayed tennis shoes, And boys in silken sashes pro by in twos Oh you can boast of any street of which you're proud to know But give me sleepy Broadway

Where the Orchids Grow

Let poets sing of chi cable cars like fire engines in line And I never h When 'Swept by Ocean Breezes' flashes out against the sky

And when the Tenderloin awakes, and open theatres gloant to be on Broadway

Where the Orchids Grow”

A VOUS, JOHN DREW

”John Drew, I am your debtor For a very pleasant letter And a lot of cabinet photos Of the 'butterflies' and you And I think it very kind That you kept me so in mind And pitied me in exile So I do, John Drew

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John Dreixt you and ood there is in Solitude That poets say they view

For _I_ hate to be in bed With a candle atvis a vis with Conscience