
Your letter did not reach me: till tonight, when I was getting ready to go to New
York: else I wd have hastened to your "Den" & drank to our noble
selves in the promised sour mash.
I have been a little-worried lately over things in general & in some sense, at beginning life over again, else I wd not have jumped so quick at your ill-treatment of me.
God knows & Walt knows that I am as
slow as the wrath of God—to take offense especially at
what my friends
do or say. Life in the main, has taught me as Bailey says
(2) To start right again I think you had better send me my MSS—and let me do as I d—m please with it . . I will send it to the World
Will see you as soon as I get back from N.Y. . .
Remember that the friend most solicitous of your welfare at the "Scovel House" has always been the undersigned—
James Matlack Scovel—
I shall never allude to the "old son" again!