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then published the much desired Western - blood and thunder Westerns. Mine were almost always about true love in the West. It would be a story of a little innocent girl who went out to work for the Atchison, Topeka & Santa Fe railroad, in the restaurant. She was a good little girl from southern Missouri, the state of Maine, or some other place. She always came out all right. The happy ending was absolutely essential. Blood and thunder might tear around her, but it would all come out well. I didn't write too many of these - perhaps half a dozen all told, You got paid twenty-five to fifty dollars. There was never any way of knowing why it was twenty-five or why it was fifty. It was just what they paid that week, or how short of supply they were. That was about all I wrote out there.

I wrote an occasional article for the Times magazine section - things on how the other half lives or some aspect of it. I think Miss Roseboro bought a story of mine. It was a short story written under my own name. I have no copy of it and I don't remember what it was. This was about '11, '12, or so.

At any rate, I went down to see Dreiser. Mr. Dreiser wouldn't buy my article, and it was a very nice article. Charlotte Teller, I think, had told me to go down and try Dreiser.