Life and art of Richard Mansfield, with selections from his letters . amiss, in this por-trayal of their lives: My Dear Mr. Winter:— . . It is hard to see our dear ones fade away. It maybe well for them, but it is very hard for us. ... I wish, oh,so much—that we lived within a days journey of eachother. Dick seems to realize, more and more, as years pass on,how much we need the friends we love, and who are interestedin the things we care for. He is so restless and depressed—andI can see it is because he has no one to whom he can talk of thethings which are his life. There is no artistic atmosp
Life and art of Richard Mansfield, with selections from his letters . amiss, in this por-trayal of their lives: My Dear Mr. Winter:— . . It is hard to see our dear ones fade away. It maybe well for them, but it is very hard for us. ... I wish, oh,so much—that we lived within a days journey of eachother. Dick seems to realize, more and more, as years pass on,how much we need the friends we love, and who are interestedin the things we care for. He is so restless and depressed—andI can see it is because he has no one to whom he can talk of thethings which are his life. There is no artistic atmosphere; itis all sordid, hard, and commonplace. He misses you—the congenial interchange of ideas, the newthoughts that come of meeting another thought half way. Iexpress myself badly—but what I want to try and tell you—have you not often felt, that this city lacked that place ofmeeting for men of letters? Or is it the element that is lack-ing? But what I am really trying to say is this—if we couldonly see you sometimes! . . Will you try and come up. MKS. MANSFIELD AND HKH SOX I\ 1!)08 COMRADES 361 some day? It would do Dick more good than I can seems to be no one to whom he can talk of the thingsthat are dear to him. Always your sincere friend, Beatrice Mansfield. The story of the Life of Richard Mansfieldwould be sadly incomplete without some tribute toone who was his best friend, to whom, in all histroubles, disappointments, and sufferings, he turnedfor comfort and cheer, and never turned in vain. END OF VOLUME I. i-^r^ 1 t^ U\JC iTY 1 / 1 GAYLOPD PRINTED IN U S *. frifiiliiiilipriiii|ifiifiii|!pi|
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