When I wrote the letter that appeared in the March issue of “The Canadian
Bookman” I was smarting under a sense of personal injury and hurt. After I had
written it I tried to believe I had done a service to Canadian letters and Canadian
authors; but all the while I was troubled by the feeling that it was an ignoble thing
to do.
I was a veteran author, and should have assisted and protected the new young writer
coming with her first work, a brilliant production on which I had myself expended
unstinted praise. I should not have allowed what I thought was an unkind and
ungrateful act on her part toward me to have hurt me. Few of us can rise above our
personalities.
Mrs. Salverson denies that she told me she was paying Mr. Bothwell for his services.
I shall not dispute it. The conversation took place in the presence of myself and my
daughter. We all are liable to make mistakes.
I am making this statement voluntarily, and through no pressure, but because I desire
to clarify the situation and say something that may to some degree salve the hurt
feelings of Mrs. Salverson.