The Life Worth Living 



CHAPTER I 

 DREAMS AND DISILLUSION 



Whether life is really worth living depends 

 largely on where you try to live it. 



The one great passion of my life was the 

 dream of a beautiful home. This home- 

 dream crept slowly into the soul long before 

 the face of a woman came to smile at all other 

 hopes and fears. It required no pleading to 

 make her feel its beauty. She, too, had seen 

 it in a vision long ago. Then tiny baby 

 feet came trooping into a cottage before 

 the money was in the bank to build this 

 dream. 



Another passion of my boyhood was the 



