Evening star., 1933-08-20

side them, two silver dollars. without
word or a glance at me, he went out.
In the morning, when I was turned
away, went of revitalized. When the
silver dollars rubbed together in my
pocket heard chords of courage, new
hope, determination. Now 1 am here,
my wife with me. We need only few
dollars to be comfortable, and these
earn by light chores"
But what of his art? Well, he lives in
a town where the people are, mostly,
educated They have music apprecia-
ton, but are musically ignorant. Once
a week he goes to the county library for
an evening. The radio picks up an artist
or symphony or an opera, and he gives
interpretativc talks The room is always
filled. On another evening he does the
same thing at the home of the county
Judge, where attendance is by invitation.
One afternoon of each week he talks to
the public school children. For these
things he receives no money.
But" he said, Il have great reward
I believe have never done more to sat
isfy music thirst than am doing here.
That's romantic, too"
In Wisconsin met a small town news
paper man. Long ago he had been
successful advertising man in Chicago
Years before the panic he retired to en-
gage in hobby. He went foo-ey" in
1890, and was so entirely out of touch
with any line of business he could not
find new starting point. He set out to
prospect the country and came upon the
succumbing owner of a weekly newspaper
whom he undertook to rescue. Now he
owns the paper, which affords him a
simple, wholesome living.
"Romantic?" asked
"A hundred per cent?" he exclaimed.
only this morning there was rap
at my door. An attractive matron
was purveying handmade lamp shades
She was from San Francisco and the
securities" her husband had left at his
death were no more substantial than
smoke when the test came.
Il went through agony before hit on
this idea," she said. Nov ramble from
San Diego to Seattle, making good liv-
ing along the way
But how in the world do you sell
these things in such times?" I wondered.
Il couldn't get a dime a dozen for
them in money. I trade them for un-
wanted trinkets."
Sounds rather romantic" I ventured.
1T is wouldn't have missed it for
anything"
A year and a half after I dropped
Lawyer Howard Moran at a cross roads,
I drove into the grounds of country
resort hotel more than 1000 miles from
our place of parting. The great structure
and all the complementary bath houses,
cottages and shops were padlocked Only
one two-storied edifice showed tenancy.
stopped to make an inquiry. The man
at the gate proved to be Moran!
I'm the caretaker," he said.
That night and the next day he told
me of his adventures. 1t was an absorb
ing recital Of experiences in precarious-
ness, of work in harvest fields and fruit
orchards, of tending sheep, of oil field
toll, of cooking in a farm mess, of road
side nights. There was humor and
pathos in the story.
Il walked in here the day the owners
had come to close the place." he said.
THAT was seven months ago. I have
use of this furnished house, with fuel
and light. My wages are good. My wife
and daughter are with me. We have
several hundred dollars in the bank. But,
above all, know at least half dozen
ways, now, in which can permanently
establish mvSelf