Dreams and Disillusion 5 



drooped into a deadly malarial fever from 

 which we barely saved him alive, but with 

 both legs paralyzed for life. With the 

 shadow of this sorrow darkening the world, 

 we sold the place to the first bidder, and tear- 

 fully returned to the city. 



By this time we were convinced that the 

 only way to really live in New York was to 

 buy a decent home near Central Park, what- 

 ever the cost, and settle for life. We found 

 it after a search of two months. It was 

 located on West Ninety-fourth Street, within 

 the block facing the park. 



We had a delightful time spending a thou- 

 sand dollars decorating it to our own taste. 

 It was a neat brownstone front, nineteen feet 

 wide, in a solid block of similar houses. It 

 had a high stoop, iron bars on the basement 

 windows through which we looked from the 

 dining table, and a kitchen behind this 

 dining-room opening into the paved cat-yard 

 19 x 20. The floor above contained a narrow 



