Arizona republican., 1912-08-04
THE PRICE OF APPEARANCE
By Georq Eliot Miller.

By Georg Eliot Miller.
 We have all read with pleasure ar tistic talos about poverty and the TO- nance oI being poor We delight in reading about the ups and downs" of the poor young man and how he rose to fame
 Poverty in a story is very pictur- esque; poverty in real life-ah. one must experience it to know what it re- ally is.
 The following is a journal written by a young author whose foot sudden ly slipped and who tunbled from wealth into poverty.
 Il write this as the first realizing sense comes upon me of what it reall, means -o be poor. IL is now three months since I lost my position have lived lf7 tO the last penny of my salary-lived luXuriOusly. in fest. My rooms are smart and as artistic as any in town. I was very much in the cul tivated Bohemian set, and one might always meet at my apartment, not the greatest perhaps. but those on the road to greatness in the field of art and let ters I was known to dabble in lite rary work myself, and my small achievements, having some glitter about them were much overrated by every one except the editors to whom 1 tried 10 sell them generally without success.
 I Ior., back on all this as l write t and d. not regret it. It was an edU- cation. this meeting and being sur rounded by witty, brainy people; ana as far as mOney-ye gods! What is money for, if not to spend fo. the things we want? The prudent ones will say my course was foolish and i'm proVident. those wiser ones, wise wiln the wisdom of simplicity. will say I did well; in any case it is the past.
 The firm by which I had been em- ployed went out of business. and I found myself stranded. A man rf thirty. who has held his head high may not go out and look for a position like all cffice-bOy. He may le, it be zrowl that he is available, and then wait to be sought. 1 Waited-times were hard, and few firms were looking for experienced men. or willing to pay such salary as I could accept.
 I have managed to keep my rooms by selling some valuable scarf pins and other jewelry I owned. My friends generally supposed me to have an in- come or at least to be making a good deal with my pen; and since I do not visibly curtai1 my expenses, it is a reasonable suppositiOn. My economies have been in the things which people have not seen.
 I have risen late made coffee in my rooms. and with it have taken roll or a biscuit or two. Having breakfastej so late and so plentifully. I naturally take no luncheon. At night I urge my Bohemian tastes as an excuse for din ing at he cheapest table d'HOte re- sorts The stipend that I do obtain from some paltry newspaper work serves u pay these expenses. Occas- l ionalIy I have been fortunate enough 1 to sell a story or a piece of my crude verse, an1 then I have allowed myself to be seen at breakfast in fashionable restaurant. and have asked some clever person who gossips much, and will ad vertise he fact. to dine with me at one of my favorite Bohemian resorts. l am frequently asked to dinner by my friends, but of course that does not re- 0uce my expenses, since all uIlWIIlIeD law makes it necessary for me to re- turn the compliment as soon as poss- ibIe. After three months of this. 1 still keep my spirits, outwardly; and still am able to say laughingly, when quest toned:
 oh ! don't know whether I shall go back to commercial life or not; Bo- hemia is very facinating."
 Three months-great Scott. It is be- coming a strain, physical and mental. How can I keep my rooms? I have no more jewelry to sell. I fear to sell anything else, lest it should be noticed -arid my position is almost entirely dependent upon my rooms.
 I have worked over an old story and have just sold it for enough to pay my room reut for another month One of my newspaper departments was closed today The editor, who is a good friend of mine said. "TO tell you the truth, old chap. have given your department to poor devil who really needs the money"
 I went away and called at another newspaper office. I boldly told the editor that I wanted a position. He laughed as he said:
 "Oh your pen is too clever for hack