Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

He agreed with me; then as I was about to ask him about my assistant, I suddenly found myself talking to Hachford. “See here” he said “let me show you how I budget my money – I’ve been keeping a strict account of everything I spend ever since I was 16” – Making an impatient gesture, I replied “I’d rather run short of money than to be so tied down” – Turning aside absently, I went back to the hotel.; Here again I remembered that I still did not know the name of my office assistant. As I planned to take an afternoon walk with him, I felt I should find out his name and address as soon as I could. It occurred to me now that I know a man living in a new settlement between 8th and 10th streets, at Salem Ohio, who could give me the information. I started out to visit him.; My way led out Goshen Ave, which I followed to 8th street – turning east, on eighth, I came to a little gothic church, set square in the middle of the street. It seemed that the street was being changed, and as this little church was in the way, it was being torn down. All at once I was in a long low room, the church dwindled in size to not much higher that I was; to one side of it, was a winding stairs, leading to an open door. I descended