To-night I am going to take a party to the headquarters of the fire department, where I have a cinch on the captain, a very nice fellow, who is unusually grateful for something I wrote about him and his men.

They are going to do the Still Alarm act for me.
These clippings all came out in to-day's paper.

The ladies in the Tombs were the Shippens, of course; and Mamie Blake is a real girl, and the story is true from start to finish.

I think it is a pathetic little history.
Give my love to all.

I will bring on the story I have finished and get you to make some suggestions.