2 The Life Worth Living 



hope of life in a great city. From the dis- 

 tance of the farm this vision was radiant 

 with the splendours of wealth and power. I 

 dreamed of its boulevards, its parks, its 

 palatial homes, and its gleaming lights. The 

 lambent flame of its distant life rilled the 

 horizon with the glory of an endless sunrise. 



So in the natural course of events New 

 York swept us into its seething tide. 



We struggled bravely to save both these 

 dreams. First we rented a modest little slit- 

 in-a-wall fourteen feet wide, far uptown, for 

 which we paid one thousand dollars to the 

 landlord annually, and five hundred, more or 

 less, to the elevated road for the right to be 

 jabbed in the ribs while we held to a strap to 

 get there. 



Then we tried a nice "airy apartment" 

 downtown. It had six "rooms." One 

 opened on the street, four looked down into 

 a dark well, and the kitchen opened on an 

 iron grillwork that gave it the appearance 



