I've just finished reading proofs of my stuff about you and your poem.
Chamberlain, as I apprised you, has it slated for September. But for
that month also he has slated a longish spook story of mine, besides
my regular stuff. Not seeing how he can run it all in one issue, I
have asked him to run your poem (with my remarks) and hold the spook
yarn till some other time. I _hope_ he'll do so, but if he doesn't,
don't think it my fault. An editor never does as one wants him to. I
inserted in my article another quotation or two, and restored some
lines that I had cut out of the quotations to save space.
It's grilling hot here--I envy you your Carmel.
Sincerely yours,
AMBROSE BIERCE.
[The Army and Navy Club, Washington, D. C.]