Connecticut western news., 1904-03-24
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 "oh, 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- rinne. 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. mlserably, towel in hand. Connie Connie this waters SO cold, and cant find any soap, and haven't you got anything but a tin basin 10 wash inY"
 others broken" came cheerfully from the inner recesses of n closet.
 "oh, my headr' 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 anoth,r--and what would Teddy sayy
 "Oh, he'd just be bossy and particu- ] lar about it. You'll get used to Ilo- hemia after awhile. Are you tired of it alreadyY" And Corinne glanced oddly at Dorothy.
 "Pm tired of something. My last story came back by the post this morn. ing, declined with thanks and I've tried the last place l know of for a | position on q staff. Why, there aren't any positions here. And everybody's such an atom in New York, and ed. itors don't take of 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.
 Dorothy Broadway, if you muss that pillow up I'll make you pay for | 1t. It's my best, so you just stop your crying on 1t right away"
 Dorothy arose with sudden gulp and glared at her companion.
 You're cold. hard hearted, coarse person" she said, with blazing eyes, "and I'm going back home tomorrow"
 Two days later Mir. 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 nt the station, 6 D. m. I'm coming home for ever and ever. New York is the mort un- interesting place l have ever been in | Publishers up here aren't bit interested in young talent. They seem to be anx- ious. above all things. to nip it in the bud l Socially, New York is degrading. People ! do nothing but wash in tin basins, drink cocktails and live in attics. You dear i darling old boyl l am just longing to i come home and cry it all out on your coat lapel. Your penitent DOROTHY,
 The other letter was quite different in purport. It ran thus:
 Dear Ted-1ve done the very best I 1 could for you, and you owe me that si00 you promised me if I'd send her back l followed her about and persuaded every publisher who might be inclined to look i favorably upon her work to turn it coldly and peremptoriy down, l took her to the meanest restaurant I know of and made ] her drink n cocktail. l even persuaded Reggie Cutting 10 be rude to her. All O.. i K. She leaves in the morning. Remem- : Der the hundred. Your affectionate sister, CONNIE.