The Washington weekly post., 1900-12-18
H Bohemia.
BY LA SALE coRBELL PICKETT.

There was & festival in that province o
| Bohemia situated on the seventh floor Of
| Warland place. A wave of good fortune
! had been rolling over Warland for some
| time past. When Dick scooped the towr
| on the great forgery case there was d
| spread al Dalnati's. When Carl sold his
Brittany landscape they had picnic In
| the wOods-a glorious day of ripples and
CLEANS and shadows and fragrance and &
pervasive sense Of freedom.
This time II was Celeste who had beer
| crowned by fortune. She had sung FOR
| Signor Barazidi and he had looked at hei
| with wondrous light in his great black
eyes end had bent low over her hand, and
had gone away In silence. Later a mes
| senger had brought her a letter from him
| in which ne offered her an engagement al
! salary that quite took her breath away
| Did anybody In the world ever have SC
much money? And II anybody ever did
how did they manage to get rid of Il!
| And what good was money except to be
gotten rid of? So she had turned her lit
tie boudoir into a bower of beauty and
the circle had never dreamed of such de.
lights as they should enjoy at Celeste S
fete.
Afterward was to come the creates,
JOY or all. Angelo would lift the veil OF
MS etatue-his prize statue they called IL,
out who could tell whether Ii would take
the prize or not? The committee must sit
on II hrst. and some masterpieces had
been hopelessly shattered by the weigh,
OF that august body Not even Celeste had
seen IT, II had been finished for days but
had waited for celestes fete.
IT'S all for you." he had said 10 her.
his look said that into the conservation
went his heart. his life, his soul. Celeste
understood and was glad.
II give The infant to you" Dick had
said with psternal benignity What IL had
cost Dick 10 say this neither of the lovers
ever knew. only Dick remembered day
that had been all sunshine to him because
when she had finished passionate haIIad
of love and faith and death she had look-
ed up to him as the last note ioated
away with light in her eyes which he
had fancied was not born alone of her
song. Then Angelo came and he knew
that the light had risen only over the
hilltops of her song.
Angelo belonged to Dick by right of
original discovery 1t happened thus;
Last year Dick had chased through
Mud alley after the man who kiIlad
Bandy Jim. The murderer Disappeared In
1ront OF a shackly old tenement and Dick
laying aside by a supreme effort that eY-
asgerated diffidence which chsracterizes
newspaper men, had rushed into the
building under the impression that the
IuSitive had taken refuge there. He Ios,
trace or his prey, but in coming out of
the mouse he accidentally entered a dimIv
hghted room. He was passing through IN
ooor which appeared to open into the
corridor when ray from a candle fell
upon form on couch In a distant cor-
her OF the room A handkerchief was
orawn over the face. Dicks mind was one
Htted Dy nature for the ABSORPTION os
useIuI knowledge OF all kinds, and he
reaoily seized upon opportunities of inves-
usalihs unknown subjects But for tba
presence or the handkerchief he might
nave supposed that a man was taking a
quiet sleep ana have failed to perceive IN
nus stutude any suggestion OF q nys,erv
as II was, having lost one story for m.
hornlng Rouser, he was ready IN ayaI,
hiinset OF any indication of another
AS ne approached the couch he beca mo
aware OF strong odor of chlorofornn In
the room he took the handkerchief rro,,
the face of the sleeper and looked ar :,
curiousIy. at IL
humph! he said. refectively: "some-
ocdy must be tired OF the sams No.,
IeliOW! Perhaps ne is right. thongs
lar?" in partieu-
ne opened the windows and threw the
handkerchief down into the eourtvsra
and came back ana looked AT the saca
Whlcn was very youthful and fair and
seemed as much out OF place In that
dirty room as lily in a stagnant pool
Poor little KID" said Dick. '.It 60
wicked to bring him back, but I must
nave the story, and then It's murder to
let man die"
DICK mad got his position, Ike most
newspaper men. by the simple fact Of
knowing everything, SO he soon found a
way 10 awaken the sleeper.
What made you do it?"
The youth looked at some little Stain
cites on a shelf opposite.
THAT and that.
Dick took up one OF them ana the Who'll.
pitiful story came before his eyes.
Ihey are pretty enough and useless
enough to drive anybody 10 desperation
but they are not worth killing ones self
for"
The youth closed his eyes wearily. Life
was not worth the trouble OF explaining.
Would death be worth any more?
Cheer up" said Dick, energetlcaliv
There's no such word as fail unless q
man spells il for himself ana supplt.g
every letter out Of his own individual
alphabet. There's Rod-he's sent out his
poem forty-seven times. The last time Il
came back the editor wrote that IL was
lot without gimmsrings OF talent. and
IL he would secure a more poDuISr SUBJ
ject and put II into tripping measure
and tighten II UP q good deal and insert
scme popular hits and imbue IL with
taking atmosphere and then publish
very striking and original novel 70 arrest
the attention OF the public and inspire
the confidence Of the reading world he
might send the verses 10 him again ana
&C would find time 10 consider the mat
ter. Rod feels very much encouraged"
The youth may have had a suspicion
that Rod was possessed Of an enyiably
sanguine temperament which responded
lightly to CLEANS Of encouragement. but
ne did not mention his impression.
Come, 60 home with me-" said Dick.
I'VE starye together one day, and feAs,
together the next. and laugh all the time
40 matter which II L. What's your
namey"
Angelo"
Just what ] should have expected Of |
such baby. but perhaps a mans sDon-
sors are more accountable for HIS nam.
han he Is individually. and after n is |
fastened upon him he can't help xrovlns |
Ip or down 20 H."
Angelo became . member OF that little |
lsone MIA aud now he had made the /
prize and enable him 70 20 70 Rome ana 1
,ome back famous and wealthy ana u,.Ls
" zriano place very proud Of him.
Celeste tFemblsd a. she walked beslds /