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Dear Sherwood: It was mighty good to see your old "handwrite" again. Hadnt heard from you so long that I wondered if you had moved again. I wrote you about the first of Dec.

Life has been a whirlwind of business for me in the last three months. In this place the urge is so strong and persistent all around one, that it is hard to keep from being sucked in for every atom of thought energy and resource that one can muster. You know my failing. I am like to lose all that I gained in eighteen months of loafing in the little agency that wrecked my "business"-- or where I wrecked it. I have fleeting inspirations of the things I could do -- but when I yield to them I find myself mooning around, and by way of getting into trouble. With me there is no doubt that art and commerce have nothing in common -- or as the old Bible puts it 'Ye cannot serve God and Mammon.'

I am mightlly interested in what you are doing. Told Marco about your forthcoming story with "The Oaks" at Springfield O as a setting, and he pretended to get nervous. Wondered how he would figure in it. You recall that he and the first Mrs. Morrow spent the first years of their married life there. I think you were at the Oaks at that time.