Did you get the "Shiloh" article? I sent it to you. I sent it also to Paul Elder & Co. (New York branch) for their book of "Western Classics," and hope it will meet their need. They wanted something, and it seemed to me as good, with a little revision, as any of my stuff that I control. Do you think it would be wise to offer them for republication "In the Midst of Life"? It is now "out of print" and on my hands. * * * * * I'm glad of your commendation of my "Cosmopolitan" stuff. They don't give me much of a "show"--the editor doesn't love me personally as he should, and lets me do only enough to avert from himself the attention of Mr. Hearst and that gentleman's interference with the mutual admiration game as played in the "Cosmopolitan" office. As I'm rather fond of light work I'm not shrieking. * * * * * You don't speak of getting the book that I sent, "The Monk and the Hangman's Daughter"--new edition. 'Tisn't as good as the old. * * * I'm boating again. How I should like to put out my prow on Monterey Bay. Sincerely yours, AMBROSE BIERCE. [The Army and Navy Club, Washington, D. C., June 8, 1907.] DEAR LORA, Your letter, with the yerba buena and the spray of redwood, came like a breeze from the hills. And the photographs are most pleasing. I note that Sloot's moustache is decently white at last, as becomes a fellow of his years. I dare say his hair is white too, but I can't see under his hat. And I think he never removes it. That backyard of yours is a wonder, but I sadly miss the appropriate ash-heaps, tin cans, old packing-boxes, and so forth. And that palm in front of the house--gracious, how she's grown! Well, it has been more than a day growing, and I've not watched it attentively. I hope you'll have a good time in Yosemite, but Sloots is an idiot not to go with you--nineteen days is as long as anybody would want to stay there. I saw a little of Phyllis Partington in New York. She told me much of you and seems to be fond of you. That is very intelligent of her, don't you think? No, I shall not wait until I'm rich before visiting you. I've no intention of being rich, but do mean to visit you--some day. Probably when Grizzly has visited _me_. Love to you all. AMBROSE BIERCE. [Army and Navy Club, Washington, D. C., June 25, 1907.] DEAR GEORGE, * * * * *