The daily palladium. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1904-1905, 1904-02-15
BEING A
BOHEMIAN
by Helen Ros0Iand
Copyright, 1908, by T. c. Mcclure

Dorothy Brockway ran gayly up the
steps to the first class passenger coach
as it stood in the Richmond depot.
era. tar she called gayly to big
fellow who stood beside the coach. by
by, Teddy" and with a pretty little
movement she blew kiss to the wait
in man, then disappeared within the
door of the train.
The man lifted his hat solemnly.
Then he strobe away with Il 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
pulled out of the station.
"Oh. 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 it!''
And Terry Morrison walked off. leaving
the man who had been trying to cheer
him ZIP standing where he was, 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
deep sigh of relief.
Free. free. freer' she breathed in
passionate whisper and leaned back in
the seat with a wonderful smile in her
eyes and deep, joyous satisfaction per-
meating her whole being. No more
mammals! 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 it all! Mammals conventionali-
ties! Teddys 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 a million
| twinkling lights that streamed over the
water. Dorothy looked about her lit
| tie bewildered, but made her way hur-
riedly to the gates, followed by 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 Corinnt
as she kissed her and led the way te
the ferryboat. You 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 o.
your life?"
Connie" said Dorothy severely, ''yol
don't know what it is to be bossed ane
bossed and bossed. l want TO be bohe
mian."
There was a queer little light in Co
rinnes eyes as she answered: cal
right, dear, We'll begin right away
Come. we'll take a street car insteat
of a cab. 1t wouldn't be bohemian t
take a cab. you know Bohemians ar
all poor I'm a bohemian"
"But-but-aIl these bagsv' And Dor
othy looked helplessly at the pile O
leather satchels beside her.
''They aren't bohemian either" An
Corinne relentlessly led the way to tn
car, Juggling two satchels, while Dorc
thy followed helplessly with the rest.
Three-quarters of an hour later the
were YEARLY climbing the stairs
J Corinne's studio. Up one long figh
I'D two. UP three! Dorothy sat down i
a heap on the dirty floor to rest.
connie. is your studio in heaven"
Eyes, when 1 sell anything. Com
along, girly; you'll get there. 1t merel
requires perseverance" And one NOR
fight brought the two to a battere
door in a dirty hall. smelling of mol
and dampness. Corinne took out hf
Iatchko- and unlocked the door.
s.C4. how glorious!' sighed Doroth.
10 carry your own latchkeyw
|, "Delightfuln And Corinne's voiC
: was bit ironical.
Just three weeks later Dorothy role
over YEARLY in her automatic combin
ton bed and folding couch that d
duty by day as an oriental corner
q with a lot of gaudy pillows piled upC
it.
f Connie" she said tragically, do yC
know lust how much money | ha7
!, between me and the cold. cold worlC
Just SO! And | haven't sold a sing
thing I've written. and, Connie. is the
e anything else in Bohemia besides wol
d and disappointment and editors WI
W won't see your
}, yes" said Connie doubtfully, Il b
Iieve there are the Hungarian resta
= rants. You need cheering up, girl
I Wen do a Hungarian restaurant /
2 night I'll telephone two of the DO
al from Park row to meet US somewhel
and we'll go to Martinetti's.''
"Meet us? Meet us? Can't they c:
for us here?"
"Why, no." and Corinne turned
proachful eyes on Dorothy. They a
newspaper men, you know and c.