TO MITCHELL McDONALD

TŌKYŌ, March, 1898.

DEAR McDONALD,--I did not think much of the title of Morrow's book;

but your judgement of the stories interested me, and the selfsame

evening I began the volume--in bed. I read three quarters at a run, and

the rest early in the morning. They are queer and sometimes powerful

little stories--not less interesting because they are, most of them,

improbable. They have the charm of the now old-fashioned stories of

1850-70,--perhaps not finished to the same extent as the _Atlantic_

stories used to be; but they make me think of them a little. (The

literary centres clamour for realism to-day; but I fancy that the taste

for the romantic will live a good while longer.) Then again there is a

little of the old-time gold light of California days here--that will

always have a charm for readers. I wonder if Morrow is a young man: if

he is, I should believe him likely to do still better in the future. If

he writes for money, he need not do much finer work; but if just for

love of the thing, I should say that he could finish his work better

than he does,--as in the study of the emotions of the man who finds

his wife untrue to him, and solves a moral problem after quite an

ideal fashion. The subject was splendid: it might have been made more

of.--But not to criticize things--especially things which I could not do

myself--I must say that I enjoyed the tales, and that they ought to have

a very good sale.

Somehow your own story--the "Highbinder story"--kept riding on the back

of that gold dragon all the while I was reading. The real dominated the

romantic, and yet betimes made the romantic seem possible. I could feel

everything to be just as it was--my experience as a police-reporter gave

verisimilitude to the least detail. You are after all a knight-errant in

soul,--a real knight, tilting, not against shadows and windmills, but

against the dragons of corrupted law and the giants of fraud who haunt

the nineteenth century. You are a survival, I fear--there are few like

you: you ride alone: all the more reason that you should take every care

of yourself--care of your health; I fear you are not exercising enough,

keeping too confined. If you are really, as I believe, fond of your

little friend, don't forget his prayer that you make health your No. 1

consideration.

Hope to be down Friday about 2 P. M. or 2.30 at latest.

Affectionately,

LAFCADIO.

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