I [illegible] to address you thus informally because I love your work
I want to ask if you can help me to find four little lines of yours that I saw last summer—perhaps in one of the monthlies.
I have hunted diligently for them but met no success.—I think they were called loc.03706.002_large.jpg "Twilight": at all events they were of the Twilght, and several to trace a likeness between the fading day and your own declining years—They were very sweet, very tender, and the whole was a beautiful chord whose harmony still vibrates in me, but the notes of which I have lost.1
If I am asking too much, then pay no attention to me, for you must have many calls and demands upon your time.
I am a young man—a Californian—my home being in Los Angeles—
and always your steadfast admirer Chas F. Sloane loc.03706.003_large.jpgIs there any list of your books—all of them—their prices, and where they may be found. Do you have time yourself at all, as I have heard?
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