View source for Millet to Stoddard: January 15, 1876

Letter 16: [[Letters of Frank Millet to Charles Warren Stoddard: May 10, 1875 - January 3, 1900]]
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East Bridgewater Jan’y 15


My dear Chummeke: -- Your letter of the middle of December reached me a day 
or two ago on my return from a trip south.  I left here shortly before Christmas 
driven away by the extreme cold for during several days it was away down below 
zero.  I had a pass to Richmond and return as I thought I would take a bit of 
warm weather down there for as long a time as I could spare.  Went on to N.Y. 
and Philadelphia, spent Christmas in Washington and the next few days in 
Richmond where it was deliciously warm, but you may imagine what I said when 
I saw in the papers that in the [page 2] North the frost all came out of the ground 
and it was like summer.  And so it was. All the time I was gone it was so mild 
here as could be and even now we can get along without an overcoat..  the sun 
rises…clear every day and we have had no snow at all. Do you blame me for 
being the easier reconciled to what seems now to be my fate viz. to remain here 
until the winter is gone.


As the weeks have passed away and I have seen Egypt grow less and less and 
more beautifully small I have cursed my luck right and left and have been very 
ugly about. I dare say. As to trying to explain to my friends why I want to return, 
that I don’t attempt to do any longer for they all refuse to see any reason in it.  As 
it [page 3] is now I am putting the finishing touches on the little portrait I spoke 
about.  It has dragged along up to this time and I am awfully sick of it. With this I 
am in the midst of several others and out of the whole I am likely to get some 
money sometime. Thus far for all I have done no one has paid me and I have 
lived on my newspaper work.  I find it altogether impossible for me to practice my 
profession on a business basis. They delay about paying me and I don’t have the 
courage to ask them for the money. Then I am foolish enough to put my prices 
down and so it goes.  One thing I am doing and that is trying my level best to 
produce good work.  I find it is not so easy by any means.


[Page 4}  Coming to America is like coming to Italy.  It takes a long time to get 
acquainted with this country and nationalized enough to work to advantage. Do 
you know what I am trying to get money enough for?  I have an insane desire to 
possess our little house in Venice and I want to get money enough to buy it.  If 
we could pass another season there together I think I would not begrudge any 
sacrifice.  My dear boy, it pains me beyond expression to hear that you are not in 
good health.  You must not get blue.  I know how you are tortured and would give 
[the] world to be able to ease your mind a little. Your ill health I could I am sure 
change to soundness if I could be with you. Why is it that we can’t come 
together?  I find that when I try to explain how much I want to come back to you 
[page 5] the words seem too tame to express it and I am sure you don’t realize it. 
When you say you are not well it makes me very nervous.  I have dreamed lately 
about you but not bad dreams.  I know Paris is not good for you in the winter.  It 
is very depressing. Then you say you are not at work. Why can’t you go South 
and write that novel.  When it is written I shall be with you if you begin at once.  
Don’t stay and brood and think and get morbid and give up work!  It is too wicked 
that we can’t be together.  That I should be working away here in good health is 
unjust while you are in the opposite emotion. And I hate myself for being away 
from you.  But now I can only advise and I do most earnestly ask you if your 
present state of mind and body


[page 6] continues to go away somewhere where the climate is good, to the 
Channel Islands, to Cornwall, to Nice and write and work hard.  You will be 
happy, you will be well. And you know it.  I have not seen your brother but am 
sure you need not be worried about him.  He has my address and I have not his.   
I told him to call on me if he wished me to do anything for him.  He need not 
starve, that is certain, although it is very hard times here this winter. But people 
here don’t know what poverty is. Good old Venice. We were poor and happy 
there and I hope we may be yet the same in that old house (with an ownership in 
it).  A year ago this time we were suffering with the cold in [page 7]  that smoky 
room.  I’d change all the comforts of my home and the mildness of this season 
for one week of Venice life again.


Do you ever hear from the Adams’ I do not now. They seem to have deserted 
me.  I shall write them this evening if I have time.  As for my own literary work I 
don’t do much except for the Advertiser.  Out of them I now get around $12 a 
week and work only one day.  I find I continually raise my own salary.  To be sure 
I have an occasional dab at one of my sketches but it goes slowly enough.  I 
have a letter of introduction to the G.P. Lathrop the ass! Ed. Of the Atlantic and 
shall go and see him and at the same time call on the Wakefields.  I have seen 
the small boy once or twice [page 8] they have sent word for once to come and 
see them. When my story is coming out in the Atlantic I can’t say.  Hope it will 
soon for I want the money and they pay not until printed.  Now, my dear old 
chummeke, don’t for your own sake and mine go on as you wrote in your last 
letter.  Do make an effort.  I know just how you will read this letter as you used to 
do so many that came to you when we were together.  You turn to whoever is 
present and say “He is advising me” and then you smile and smile and go on as 
before.  Knowing how you will receive my counsel I am awkward in expressing it. 
But I am sure you don’t want Paris you want the South, quiet and work.  Do write 
me often. And I’ll do the same though I have to fight for time.


Yours always with much love, Frank.


People here think I am insane about a chum of mine and wonder why I don’t find 
a female attachment.

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