Gloucester County Democrat., 1904-09-08
BEING "A
BOHEMIAN
BY Helen Ros0land
copyr4ght, 1903. By z. c. Mcclure

Dorothy Brockway ran gayly up the
steps to the first class pas a 81 coach
as it stood in the Richmond IIepot.
ssTa, tar she called gayly to Il big
fellow who stood beside the coach by
by, Teddy and with a pretty little
movement she blew a 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 quiet hurt
look in his 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.
'sOh, brace up, Morrison. 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 itv'
And Terry Morrison walked off, leaving
the man who had been trying to cheer
him up standing where he was, little
chagrined and 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, freew she breathed in a
passionate whisper and leaned back in
the seat with wonderful smile in her
eyes and deep, joyous satisfaction per-
meating her whole being. No more
mammas No more Teddy No more
chaperonsl No more tea parties!" she
went on. Just fun and work and do
as please and be bohemian. Oh, how
/ hate it all! Mammals eonventionali-
tiesi Teddy's bossing dear old Ted!
How broken up he looked And some
of the merriment faded from her eyes.
It 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 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. eYou absurd little
greene! 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 life?'
sConnie," said Dorothy severely, you
| don't know what it is to be bossed and
bossed and bossed. l want to be bohe-
mian."
There was queer little light in Co.
rinne's eyes as she answered: sAll
right, dear, well begin right away
Come, Wen take a street car instead
of cab. 1t wouldn't be bohemian to
take cab, you know. Bohemians are
all poor Pm d bohemian
"But-but-all these bagsp' And Dor
othy looked helplessly at the pile of
leather satchels beside her
sThey 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 fight
up two, up three! Dorothy sat down in
heap ON the dirty floor to rest.
Connie, is your studio in heayen?''
'Yes, when | sell anything. Come
along, girly; you'll get there. 1t merely
requires perseverance. And one more
flight brought the two to a battered
| door in dirty hall, smelling of mold
and dampness. Corinne took out her
latchkey and unlocked the door.
"Oh, how gloriousv' sighed Dorothy,
ito carry your own latchkeyv'
"Delightfulp' And Corinnes voice
was bit ironical.
Just three weeks later Dorothy rolled
over wearily in her automatic combina-
ton bed and folding couch that did
duty by day as an oriental corner
with lot Oh gaudy pillows piled upon
| it,
Connie" she said tragically, .do you
know just how much money l have
between me and the cold, cold world?
just S15i 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 your"
Yes said Connie doubtfully, 81 be-
lieve there are the Hungarian restau-
rants You need cheering up, girly.
Wen do a Hungarian restaurant to-
night I'll telephone two of the boys
from Park row to meet us somewhere,
and Wen go to Martinetti's.D
Meet us? Meet us? Can't they call
for us here?''
"Why, no. and Corinne turned re-