The Press. (Stafford Springs, Conn.) 1883-1935, 1904-03-17

Gin the presence Of a lady who has
just declared that she never before
tasted cocktail blush to remark
"Of, oh, I'm going home this min
uter' said Dorothy, rising and looking
about her with misty eyes and cheeks
burning with modification. !.
"Sit down, Dolly whispered Co
rhine. "He doesn't mean anything. Sit
down and don't notice him. Here's
your cocktail"
That Is all that Dorothy ever re-
membered Of that horrible evening.
The next morning she stood before the
washstand, miserably, towel in hand.
Connie, Connie, this waters so cold,
and l can't find any soap, and haven't
you got anything but a tin basin to
wash int" 4
"Other's broken" came cheerfully
from the inner recesses Of a closet.
"Oh, my headv' said Dorothy, sink
ing down on the hard pillows of the
fake couch. "Oh my head! How
could you make me drink that cock
tail-and the table and everything
went around and-oh, Connie, I'm sick
yet. I'll never touch another-and
what would Teddy say?" d.
'Oh, he'd just be bossy and particu-
lar about it. You'll get used to Bo-
hemia after awhile. Are you tired of
it already? And Corinne glanced
oddly at Dorothy.
"T'm tired Of something. My last
story came back by the post this morn
ing, declined with thanks and I've
tried the last place / know of for q
position on a staff Why, there aren't
any positions here. And everybody g
such an atom in New York. and ed
itors don't take off their hats when you
go to see them, but just keep right on
smoking their pipes, and in their shirt
sleeves too. Oh, my head" and Dor
othy was sobbing violently in half a
minute. ...ss. .-.s. 49,. ..>ys
Dorothy Brockway, If you muss
that pillow up I'll make you pay for
it. It's my best, so you just stop your
crying on it right away u. -
Dorothy arose with a sudden gulp
and glared at her composition. -.
you're u cold, hard hearted, coarse
person." she said, with blazing eyes,
land I'm going back home tomorrow
Two days later Mr., Ted Morrison sat
in his Office in the afternoon sunshine
looking over the mail which had just
come in. His hat was pushed back
from his forehead, showing fine head
Of curly brown hair. He was laughing
softly and reading over for the third
time two letters he had just received.
The first ran in this vein:
Dearest Teddy-Meet me tomorrow at
the station. 6 p. m. I'm coming home fors
interesting place 1 have ever been in.
in young talent. They seem to be anx-
ious, above all things, to nip it in the bud.
Socially, New York Is degrading. People
do nothing but wash in tin basins, drink
cocktails and live in attics. You dear,
darling old boy! 1 am just longing to
come home and cry 1t all out on your coat
lapel Your penitent DOROTHY.
The other letter was quite different in
purport. 1t ran thus:
Dear Ted-Tve done the very best 1
could for you, and you owe me that 500
you promised me If I'd send her back. /
followed her about and persuaded every
publisher who might be inclined to look
favorably upon her work to turn 1t coldly
and peremptorily down. I took her to the
meanest restaurant I know of and made
her drink a cocktail. / even persuaded
Reggie Cutting to be rude to her. All o.
K. She leaves in the morning. Remem-
Der the hundred. Your affectionate sister,
CONNIE: