Search Results

He was rather indignant that still no word has come from Talcott Williams.

W. said, "I have the feeling that I have somewhere met him—perhaps at Frank Williams'—coming to see the

Williams at Club last night. He said, "I am on the track of that piece," but had not found yet.

Williams pretty well—she has always been good to me"—but no more.

He thought it "very likely" that William had written the Illustrated American paragraph.Harry thought

bed, where of late he has been tucking papers till it is now nearly choked.Not a word from Talcott Williams

Neither of us had word from Talcott Williams.

"It is not wonderful that William knew a good deal about Hugo—but Rabelais?

different order—information of him is rare—and he was one of several rare figures whose intricate make-up William

I have left no more white space on that last page than I want."

Frank Williams brought me today a copy of Lippincott's for W. in which he discusses the static and dynamic

Commenting on Frank Williams' "Literary Dynamics," he said, "Frank is a good fellow—and faithful.

"I read that second part of William's piece with the same care as the first.

s—the weather strong—snow falling—the earth white. W.'s room warmed by a busy fire.

William! William O'Connor.

brief prefatory note to a volume containing "The Brazen Android," an unpublished tale by the late William

William Lloyd.

Williams. "Now I am a little apprehensive of a miscarriage—it has been ten days."

No—Williams will not print—at least with my consent: I should, as I see it now, be positively opposed

Had he heard from Talcott Williams? "No—not a word—but I am not worried.

specifically and he seemed quickly to understand, thanking me for it.Said he still had no word from Talcott Williams

W. looked greater than himself—if that could be—for the new white shirt, now much undone for disrobing

I do not wonder that it upset William.

Said he had no word from Talcott Williams yet anent Reisser colloquy—"my type-written copy" he called

W. laughing, "I think William O'Connor had a good deal to do with that, a good deal, though Stedman is

William had the same determination plus a certain native genius—just as determined guns, though with

William had an immense virile conviction which it was hard to oppose."

But William had no such intellectual power as we see in Bob—though he was not a fool, either: had it

"Did I tell you," he asked, "that William's book is to be printed?

He had heard Talcott Williams was out of tune.

I think all William's writing about me was of that character—was a flash of light—dashed off—in the spur

But although William had dash, fire—in the Whitman pieces—had it in all—yet most of his matter was hard

I met Talcott Williams at Club last night.

Gave me a copy of Black and White (England)—"They can't touch our illustrators—can't reach the edge of

be so utterly worn out as I am, after I, in some measure, recovered from the exhaustion of nursing William

Well, it is no matter, only that I did want, & do want very much to finish up all this work that William

And again, "William gone now two years! Who would believe it?"

Gave me a copy of Black and White for my father.

Asked me if I had given my father Black and White? "I thought it a strong array of pictures.

Frank Williams in to see me about birthday—anxious lest it might be passed over, but agreeable in face

Talcott Williams on easels. Eakins talks of Miss Cook as "lively" and of Mrs. Williams as "sickly."

"I should say, my work, I, stand for, solidarity—not only of what are called the White or European peoples

I met William Swinton at McKay's, having a long talk with him about W.

Warrie tells me; W. so far has forgotten to refer to it.I arranged to meet Frank Williams and Morris

O'Dowd—yes, it was O'Dowd—was hot, wrathful—he must be a William O'Connorish sort of a fellow—protested

I met Williams and Morris in afternoon. Brinton could not come—wrote me.

We arranged for meeting at 4:15 Thursday next at Frank Williams'.

W. was questioning, to know if Frank Williams' wife is to come.

Frank Williams again, "I remember the Smiths used to feud themselves against her—she was too urgent,

Told him what William Swinton had said to me about W.'

This stirred him, "William is right—she did, she did." Had been reading Scott when I entered.

Said he intended to send a copy of the new O'Donovan portrait to Black and White.

Kennedy Stopped in at Press to see Talcott Williams. He and wife will come.

Greenhalgh, William M. Law, W. Dixon, Thos. Shorrock, Sam Hodgkinson, F. R. C. Hutton, T.

Ferguson, William Pimblett, Richard Curwen.

In afternoon I met with Brinton, Williams (Frank) and Morris and talked over affairs at Williams' office

Philadelphia about 5:30—and we arranged to go back probably Tuesday (Anne of course with us).Talcott Williams

Soon the fellows commenced to float in—Morris, Frank Williams, Eakins, O'Donovan, Harry Walsh, etc. etc

Williams, and so getting his place.

being put into an armchair—from which he again saluted individuals by name where he could—Frank Williams

Williams'), but quickly read at my suggestion. How did he feel?

Williams had not given me the copy W. corrected. Professed not to be able to find it.

William went to some trouble, I understand, to gather them."

But, "There was another Long Island fellow I knew those early days—William Mount, artist—character-ist

Added, "When Anne came in Frank Williams was here.

Spielmann's Black and White of March 16th addressed curiously to W. as "poet" at "Boston USA."

Yes, William was a choice debater.

William was ardent, impulsive—yet no man spoke out of a greater knowledge.

William was choked with a various knowledge—always spoke out of that.

William was even—his passion, fire, always lasted.

William always came in with great splendor.

And again, "William would have seen it himself—yes, would have gone straight to the heart of it."

The odd movements of the Emperor William, Germany, excited W.'s interest. "He seems an odd critter.

But Baxter must be to the Herald very much what Talcott Williams is to the Press—not head, but of some

"As I told you today, I read William's piece—enjoyed it—who would not enjoy it?

O the great William! It was like living with him again—those times, events."

That the horror of slavery was not in what it did for the nigger but in what it produced of the whites

For we quite clearly saw that the white South, if the thing continued, would go to the devil—could not

And, "We had stormy times then, but William and I always thought ours the most comprehensive—what would

But one of them, Talcott Williams, I was glad to see. Talcott stayed a full hour."

W. remarked, "That must be William Walsh. I suppose he is there yet. It sounds like.

And William—after all our greatest light, our own right hand!"

O'Connor delightful—full of reminiscence—of her tender love for William and for W.

But what are we to say to this—that Talcott Williams was there, saw it, comes to me and tells me it is

W. then, after solution, "I only wish I had William O'Connor here now.

No, no, I think William overpassed necessity that time." But the letter was characteristic?

There were no two ways about William—he was always at danger-places, in the midst of perils—a knight—loyalty