I was always dreaming of writing, even then.

I took the business course in a night-school, not because I liked it, but because I thought it would help me to earn a living in a way that would give me more time for what I really wanted to do.

And after I finished school, and had finally worked up to a good position in that bank, I did have more time for my writing.

But,"-- he hesitated--"I--well,--other interests had come into my life,--and--" Auntie Sue said, softly, "She did not understand, Brian." "No, she did not understand," he continued, accepting Auntie Sue's interpretation without comment.

"And when my writing brought no money, because no publisher would accept my stuff, and the conditions under which I wrote became intolerable because of misunderstanding and opposition and disbelief in my ability and charges of neglect, I--I--stole money from my employers to gain temporary relief until my writing should amount to something.