Daily Republican., 1885-12-18
AThorough Bohemian
BY NJ. e. HOLAHAN.

whirled and whistled and roared, .
perfect blizzard, piercing the home
hurry ing pedestrians with the chill Of
an Icy arrow, as they breasted the
driving storm-struggling-
panting-wind-tossed but still skurry-
ing onward toward home.
Occasionally some miserable street |
Z rab-a homeless waif-would pause
with shiverinR Br-r r" and peer
into warm, we'll lighted home, full Of
comfort and joy-then steal along again
like black shadow astray In the outer I
oiHcknese feeling ell the more keenly |
in his own bleak misery.
In the warm, luxurious parlor OF . |
Fifth Avenue mansion-tall, young,
stalwart and blonde, impa tiently |
Into the wild, deepening storm-a
gentleman stood-stood and waitel tor
the fate which came 70 him.
Depzil Thorpe was no cool philoso. |
pher he had never learned to shrug
b. graceful shoulders and smile ct the
bleak. hopeless misery and struggles OF
mankind with cynicai indifference.
For himself, he could laugh at his
own troubles with the utmost noncha-
lence He was % young, SO strong and
Aure.
For years he had struggled-a poor
|artist-when the chances for fame and
fortune seemed very vague, but he had
still gone ou-thoroughly independent,
and-conquered.
Five years before, while he was
studying In Paris, his mother had
married again; he had never seen her
b q sband, but he knew that he WAS .
wealthy widower with one child, but
long ago he had forgotten the child's
existence with the most sublime indii-
ference possible.
Despite all his natural nobility and
high souled honor, he was very human;
| he had broken most of the command
ments without even atwinge of consci.
| ence. Who has not ? Even the best,
being human, are prone to evil.
He was An artist, and thorough
Bohemian loyal and great Of heart,
lidolized BY his associates In art, and
adored by all the women he has ever
known.
He did not blush to recall the list,
nesrly all Bohemians, too, ballet
dancers, actresses, and would be
WHY should he? They had been
pD d loyal friends to him-all but oas
The beautiful siren with whom he had
lbeen madly infatuated enough to make
his wife, to even trust and have that
trust shattered-the dream broken and
Idispelled forever.
And yet he blamed himself most
IAN the ties that had ever bouno nel
were loose and Ill fitting. Mems senses
, flew in q mad, Intoxicating whirl oy
ltbe CLEAN OF her rare beauty, the SOUND
of her marvellous, fiutelike voice.
She had deserted him certainly, ant
10. first he had felt awfully cut mp, ant
sorry when three months later ne learn
: ed that she had been burned up In the
= theatre where she played.
= Il was tragical ending to the beaut,
land grace over which men raved-
!. lterrible ending to the mad. dizzy Will
= che had made her brief life.
INT IL was all over now.
He had reached New York on TIL
- Iblustering December day, and, well, b
:, was glad, decidedly glad, his mothe
" never knew, and he locked the pa
Iaway in his heart like mutilate
= IpAge. -,
without to the warmth and glow OF u
Il e-lit room within.
IM nth sigh he sank into the 80
depths of great easy chair, al
Ivelve 4 the red glow from the marb
watchA. inlay In patches on the crimst
Fireplace the arollway.
Idrapery or watched the sound OF
Even rs ~ came to him singing
soft, gay voi. 7. cts oh, sweeter than
Sweet vi - All the roses
Daddy. daddy, "a
lyon 2" - rted by
,i nne v tiS G hspS. and the lo% Sor
either all With plessure or "a In through :
A dainty white face, pure. 70 sno oa IGs
of an opening rose, gleamin. Hou y
J hair, and q tall, slender form, SsoeSl,
and willowy, In robe Of misty Mnl
lace, looped and sprayed and dott
over with clusters OF beautiful ". ui'
violets.
She peered into the shadowy room {
moment, then there was Low, DELL
eious laugh, the CLEAN Of q gliding dress
the faint, sweet edor of violets; but Den
zil never spoke, never stirred.
Forward she came out of the mellow
glow Of the fire into the deep, shadowy
corner where he So, and:
Dreaming, daddy, darling?" laugh
co INC IreBuy bWoct SOiCo oton'
alone, and dreaming In the dark? Ugh
what night this isl But We shall have
/ q white Chris mas after all. The snow
. must be O foot Deep"
The soft white arms went closely
1around his neck, two sweet, warm hpt
Ipressed his bearded ones, sending q
thrill of exquisite pain to his heart, q
Isoft cheek nestled lovingly against hi
Iown; still he never spoke, never moved
Ioply held her close.
It WIS a cowardly silence, he TOLD
himself; but not for worlds would he
have broken 1t, and the soft, tender
voice continued
"Don't you know, daddy dear, tina
Ham dressed in killing style? And
Iare not those white violets lovely ?
They were sent me short while ago,
with the adorlng pljments-you
h Ihear, daddy ?-ths adoring compli-
lments OF society's white elephant
. Is. John Douglas"
There was little trill OF mockery
under the clear voice as:
"Wait--I will stand in The fire g ov
90 you can duly admire me-" she cried
: turning from him, although he tried to
hold her. "Now tell me, daddy -
al in mock pleading" do tell me-lack
= ling other masculine admiration-tha