Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-07-28


arts degree, a master of arts degree
and q doctor of laws degree. He
a. spoke four languages huently, and
knew the piano, violin and organ, all three OF
which he played with brilliancy to say nothing
Of such lesser instruments as the guitar and
banjo.
when he was rs his patrimony consisted Of
his magnificent education and what natural
talents were 50 generously his.
The Senior Morrel his father and sole sur
viving relative, had died q week after he had
lost his enormous holdings In Wall Street
crash.
The incredible sequel to that procedure lay
in the fact that young Morrell, instead Of feel
ing the crush Of sudden poverty realized within
himself q sense Of elation and release, that at
FIRST was incomprehensible to him. What had
happened was that q vagsbond, who had all
his life been imprisoned by circumstance. felt
himself suddenly freed.
For the first time in his carefully designed
life the young Morrell dared to admit to him.
self that he despised the profession Of law that
had been mapped out for him as the son Of
his wealthy father; that he despised the social
routine In which he had been born and bred;
that he was q free lance at heart and that
1t last he was at liberty to be himself.
THAT Is how, during the next five years in
the Bohemian quarters in practically every
large city and seaport the figure of James
Morren was to become familiar one. The tall,
slender young fellow, cultured, nonchalant but
a Vagabond in dress and manner Of living, be-
came wanderer in the various Bohemias of
the world. A small ukulele, his only bit of
luggage, he tinkled for living.
James Morrell wandered from capital city to
capital city, from seaport to seaport, from
Shanghai to Seattle, from Seattle to Boston,
from Boston to Trieste, from Trieste to Con-
stantinople from Constantinople to Rome, from
Rome to Paris from Paris to Marseile. and
SO on and so on, tinkling away on his ukulele.
for which, in return, he received his simple
board and lodging.
For the first time in his carefully cultivated.
extremely sophisticated young lifetime. James
MOrrel was happy. A vagabond. minstrel.
New scenes, new peoples new pastimes. No
struggle for existence because existence could
be 20 simple The world was what you made
it. Young Morrell had made his playground,
a careless garden in which to sun himself.
Big business. big destiny big responsibility
passed him by. There never anything but
loose change in his pockets, loose jingle In
his fingertips and nonchalance In his heart.
James Morrell. jr. who had been reared as
the only child of millionaire, turned CRATE
fully to Bohemia.
1t was in the Bohemia that is New Yorks,
five and a half years after the death Of his
father. that young Morrell walked into a sitla-
ton that was to deter his footsteps from their
willy-nilly wanderings.
Thinking away his evenings in a Greenwich
Village cafe where he received in return a cot
in an attic and his three meals day. young
Morrell met and fell In love with girl named
Rachel Taylor, Is, bizarrely beautiful, and an
art student in the quarter.
She was the daughter of coal merchant in
Pittsburgh. and her foray into Bohemia was
the equivalent of year abroad after finish
ing school.
The spirit of Bohemia was no more the spirit
of Rachel Taylor than the spirit of NADIA
gaScar.
Young Morrell was not to know that until
after he had married her. He fell in love with
her in the physical environment of Bohemia:
he first beheld her in the candle-lit shadows of
garnet studios and cellar cafes. To him she
was drenched with this spirit of vagabondage,
and 1t must be said for Rachel Taylor that she
believed herself to be filled with that gypsy
instinct
They were married on the capital of $24O
between them, and the young troubadour felt
himseh on Toe pinnacles of romance For the