My Dear Mr. Jack:
I owe Gilman Hall $175 (or mighty close to it) pussonally--so he tells
me. I thought it was only about $30, but he has been keeping the
account.
He's just got to have it to-day. _McClure's_ will pay me some money on
the 15th of June, but I can't get it until then. I was expecting it
before this--anyhow before Gilman left, but they stick to the letter.
I wonder if you could give me a check for that much to pay him to-day.
If you will I'll hold up my right hand--thus: that I'll have you a
FIRST-CLASS STORY ON YOUR DESK BEFORE THE LAST OF THIS WEEK.
I reckon I'm pretty well overdrawn, but I've sure got to see that Hall
gets his before he leaves. I don't want anything for myself.
Please, sir, let me know right away, by return boy if you'll do it.
If you can't, I'll have to make a quick dash at the three-ball
magazines; and I do hate to tie up with them for a story.
The Same
SYDNEY PORTER.
MR. J. O. H. COSGRAVE
[at this time editor of Everybody's Magazine.]
[A letter to Gilman Hall, written just before the writer's
marriage to Miss Sara Lindsay Coleman of Asheville, N.
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