He tried to start a newspaper in
Richmond but couldn't raise the capital. He went to New York and wrote
for the newspapers there; also writes a good deal for the more
intellectual magazines. Thought perhaps you had come across something
of his. There is just a whisper, you know, that you were rather a bas
bleu before you came to us."
"Because I was born and educated in Boston? Poor Boston! I do recall
reading something of Mr. Masters' in the _Atlantic_--I suppose it
was--but I have forgotten what. Here, I have grown too frivolous--and
happy--to care to read at all. But what have you to tell me
particularly about Mr. Masters?"
"I had a letter from him this morning asking me if there was an
opening here. He resents the antagonism in the North that he meets at
every turn, although they are glad enough of his exceptionally
brilliant work. But he knows that San Francisco is the last
stronghold of the South, and also that our people are generous and
enterprising. I shall write him that I can see no opening for another
paper at present, but will let him know if there happens to be one on
an editorial staff. That is a long journey to take on an uncertainty."
"I should think so. Heavens, how this carriage does bounce. The
horses must be galloping."
"Probably.
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