The daily palladium. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1904-1905, 1904-02-15


twinkled under the chandeliers, and |
the fumes from a hundred cigarettes |
rose to heaven. Some college boys were
singing "Bola Bolar' totally oblivious
Of time and tune. and were pounding
on the table with their forks in Wlld
applause at their own jokes.
How do you like it?" asked Corinne
as they took their seats.
Its choky.' said Dorothy noncom-
mittally.
what do you takeg' asked one of
the men, looking at Dorothy.
"Why-why-o anything. ! think
I'd like a chocolate frappe."
loud laugh from the other three
greeted this remark.
aBring us four Martins to start
with" said Reggie Cutting to the wait
or. who wore a soiled collar and cut
away.
Dorothy looked at Corinne appre-
hensively.
Are Martins cocktails she asked
shyly. because if they are I've never
tasted one?'
Just then one of the college boys
arose. looked around and blew kiss
toward Corinne and Dorothy.
/ Ladies and gentlemen he began.
"in the presence of a lady who has
lust declared that she never before
tasted cocktail l blush to remark
"Oh, oh, I'm going home this min
utter said Dorothy, rising and looking
| about her with misty eyes and cheeks
burning with modification.
..Sit down, Dolly" whispered Co
rhine. Gle 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 can't find any soap. and haven't
you got anything but tin basin to
wash in?"
"Qther's broken" came cheerful1y
from the inner recesses of a 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
taiI-and the table and everything
went around and-oh, Connie, I'm sick
yet. I'll never touch another-and
what would Teddy sayT'
.'Oh. he'd just be bossy and particu-
lar about it. You'll get used to Bo-
hemia after awhile. Are you tired OF
if already?" And Corinne glanced
oddly at Dorothy.
I'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 a
position on staff Why, there aren'
any positions here. And everybody $
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 OF
smoking their pipes and in their shirt
sleeves too. Oh, my head" and Dor
othy was sobbing violently in half 9
: | minute
dorothy Brockway. if you mus
that pillow up I'll make you pay fcl
: it. It's my best, so you just stop your
u crying on il right away"
Dorothy arose with sudden gulf
and glared at her companion.
,. you're a cold. hard hearted. coarse
Il person." she said, with blazing eyes
{. land I'm going back home tomorrow.
Two days later Mr. Ted Morrison sa
o in his office in the afternoon SUNSHINE
looking
come in. His hat was pushed bacl
from his forehead, showing fine heat
u of curly brown hair. He was laughin,
softly and reading over for the thirt
time two letters he had just received.
e The first ran in this vein:
Dearest Teddy-Meet me tomorrow a
the station, D. m. I'm coming home Tor
y ever and ever New York is the most un
IN | interesting place l have ever been II
: Publishers up here aren't a bit intereste
- in young talent. They seem to be anx
u | ious above all things, to nip 1T in the bue
Socially New York is degrading. Peopl
do nothing but wash in tin basins, drln
cocktails and live in atticS You deal
It darling old boyi 1 am just longing I
ly come home and cry it all out on your coe
re lapel. Your penitent DOROId1.
I'd The other letter was quite different
Id purport 1t ran thus:
er Dear Ted-rve done the very best
could for you and you owe me that 81
= YOU promised me if I'd send her back
: followed her about and persuaded ever
publisher who might be inclined to loo
&C fayorably upon her work to turn II coldl
and peremptorily down. / took her 10 Il
meanest restaurant / know of and mae
"a her drink a cocktail. / even persuade
a Reggie Cutting to be rude to her All
i'll | X She leaves in the morning. Re1nen
=, Der the hundred. Your anectionate slste
CONNIE.
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