Ellsworth American., 1904-02-24
BEING A
BOHEMIAN
BY Helen Ros0fand
Copyright. Iaos. bv n. c. Mcclure


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Dorothy Brockway ran gayly up the
steps to the first class passenger coach
as 1t stood in the Richmond depot
'Ta, tar she called gayly to big
fellow who stood beside the coach. by
by. Teddy" and with pretty little
movement she blew kiss to the wait
ing man. then disappeared within the
door of the train.
The man lifted his hat solemnly.
Then he strobe away with a quiet. hurt
look in bis eyes, not even waiting to
see the merry face that peered out of
the window as the train painted and
puffed out Of the station.
'oh. brace W, Morrisonl This won't
do. There's no use making a mute Of
yourself for any fool girl who doesn't
half appreciate you"
'You don't know anything about it"'
And Terry Morrison walked off. leaving
the man who had been trying to cheer
him up standing where he was, a little
chagrined and a bit sorry for the big
fellow.
AS the train whizzed past the out
skirts Of the city Dorothy Brockway
stretched out her arms and drew a
deep sigh Of relief.
Free free. free!' she breathed in
passionate whisper and leaned back in
the seat with wonderful smile in her
eyes and deep, joyous satisfaction per-
meating her whole being. mo more
mammasi No more Teddy! No more
chaperons! No more tea parties!' she
went on. Just fun and work and do
as please and be bohemian. Oh, how
| hate 1t ALL Mammals conventionali-
ties! Teddy's bossing - dear old Ted!
How broken up he looked And some
of the merriment faded from her eyes.
1t was dusk as her train steamed into
Jersey City and the tall skyscrapers on
Park row were sending forth million
twinkling lights that streamed over the
water. Dorothy looked about her a lit
tie bewildered. but made her way hur-
riedly to the gates. followed by a fat
porter who carried her grips. Through
the bars she spied a smiling pair Of
eyes. and Corinne Morrison came to
meet her with an amused look on her
face.
"You dear little idiot" said Corinne
as she kissed her and led the way to
the ferryboat. "You absurd little
greenie! Why on earth did you leave
my good and glorious brother to come
up to this seething caldron? Why
didn't you stay at home. and marry
him and get supported for the rest Of
your lifeT'
Connie" SAID DOROTHY severely. you
don't know what 1t Is to be hossed and
bossed and bos4eA 4>wnnt 70 be1boise,
mian."
There was a queer little light in Co
rinne's eyes as she answered.: "AlI
right, dear. we'll begin right away.
Come. we'll take a street car instead
take a cab. you know. Bohemians are
all poor. I'm a bohemian"
"But-but-all these bagsv' And Dor.
othy looked helplessly at the pile of
leather satchels beside her.
They aren't bohemian either" And
Corinne relentlessly led the way to the
car. tugging two satchels. while Doro
thy followed helplessly with the rest.
Three-quarters Of an hour later they
were wearily climbing the stairs to
Corinne's studio. Up one long flight.
up two. up threei Dorothy sat down in
heap on the dirty floor to rest.
Connie, is your studio in heaven"
"Yes, when | sell anything. Come
along girly; you'll get there. 1t merely
requires perseverance" And one more
fight brought the two to a battered
dooA in dirty hall. smelling of mold
and dampness. Corinne took out her
latchkey and unlocked the door.
"Oh. how glorious!' sighed Dorothy
Ito carry your own latchkeyr'
"Delightfulr' And Corinne's voice
! was bit ironical.
Just three weeks later Dorothy rolled
over wearily in her automatic combina
tion bed and folding couch that did
duty by day as an oriental corner"
with lot OF gaudy pillows piled upon
| 1t.
Connie" she said tragically. "do you
know just how much money / have
between me and the cold. cold world?
Just SIS. And | haven't sold single
thing I've written. and. Connie, is there
anything else in Bohemia besides work
and disappointment and editors who
won't see you?"
Yes" said Connie doubtfully, 81 be-
lieve there are the Hungarian restau-
rants. You need cheering up. girly.
Well do a Hungarian restaurant to-
night. III telephone Two of the boys
from Park row TO meet US somewhere.
and we'll go to Martinetti's.'
"Meet US? Meet US? Can't they call
| for us hereY