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a scene from a play on which the last curtain had just fallen。 It was on the stage of Daly's theatre at Thirtieth Street and Broadway； and from his velvet box at the prompt…entrance Daly stood gloomily watching their fooling。 When they had finished the mock scene Richard went over to Daly and said； 〃How bad do you think I am as an actor； Mr。 Daly？〃 and greatly to my brother's delight the greatest manager of them all of those days grumbled back at him： 〃You're so bad； Richard； that I'll give you a hundred dollars a week； and you can sign the contract whenever you're ready。〃 Although that was much more than my brother was making in his chosen profession at the time； and in spite of the intense interest he had in the theatre； he never considered the offer seriously。 As a matter of fact； Richard had many natural qualifications that fitted him for the stage； and in after…years； when he was rehearsing one of his own plays； he could and frequently would go up on the stage and read almost any part better than the actor employed to do it。 Of course； he lacked the ease of gesture and the art of timing which can only be attained after sound experience； but his reading of lines and his knowledge of characterization was quite unusual。 In proof of this I know of at least two managers who； when Richard wanted to sell them plays； refused to have him read them the manuscript on the ground that his reading gave the dialogue a value it did not really possess。
In the spring of 1880 Richard left the Episcopal Academy； and the following September went to Swarthmore College； situated just outside of Philadelphia。 I fear； however； the change was anything but a success。 The life of the big coeducational school did not appeal to him at all and； in spite of two or three friendships he made among the girls and boys； he depended for amusement almost wholly on his own resources。 In the afternoons and on holidays he took long walks over the country roads and in search of adventure visited many farmhouses。 His excuse for these calls was that he was looking for old furniture and china； and he frequently remained long enough to make sketches of such objects as he pretended had struck his artistic fancy。 Of these adventures he wrote at great length to his mother and father； and the letters were usually profusely decorated with illustrations of the most striking incidents of the various escapades。 Several of these Swarthmore experiences he used afterward in short stories； and both the letters and sketches he sent to his parents at the time he regarded in the light of preparation for his future work。 In his studies he was perhaps less successful than he had been at the Episcopal Academy； and although he played football and took part in the track sports he was really but little interested in either。 There were half…holidays on Wednesdays and Saturdays； and when my brother did not come to town I went to Swarthmore and we spent the afternoons in first cooking our lunch in a hospitable woods and then playing some games in the open that Richard had devised。 But as I recall these outings they were not very joyous occasions； as Richard was extremely unhappy over his failures at school and greatly depressed about the prospects for the future。
He finished the college year at Swarthmore； but so unhappy had he been there that there was no thought in his mind or in that of his parents of his returning。 At that time my uncle； H。 Wilson Harding； was a professor at Lehigh University； and it was arranged that Richard should go to Bethlehem the following fall； live with his uncle； and continue his studies at Ulrich's Preparatory School； which made a specialty of preparing boys for Lehigh。 My uncle lived in a charming old house on Market Street in Bethlehem； quite near the Moravian settlement and across the river from the university and the iron mills。 He was a bachelor； but of a most gregarious and hospitable disposition； and Richard therefore found himself largely his own master； in a big； roomy house which was almost constantly filled with the most charming and cultivated people。 There my uncle and Richard； practically of about the same age so far as their viewpoint of life was concerned； kept open house； and if it had not been for the occasional qualms his innate hatred of mathematics caused him； I think my brother would have been completely happy。 Even studies no longer worried him particularly and he at once started in to make friendships； many of which lasted throughout his life。 As is usual with young men of seventeen； most of these men and women friends were several times Richard's age； but at the period Richard was a particularly precocious and amusing youth and a difference of a few decades made but little differencecertainly not to Richard。 Finley Peter Dunne once wrote of my brother that he 〃probably knew more waiters； generals； actors； and princes than any man who 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 busi