The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1904-09-17
"A SUMMER TOUR IN BOHEMIA.

Incidentally, there was sculptor
and a man who wrote problem stories. -
"And I've been abroad only two
months.
cit was your going abroad that did
it, Bobby. It Weakened a longing for
travel. I couldn It go to Europe. We
were too poor even to 90 to the coun-
try. That Wall street fracas compli-
Gated our summer plans dreadtully. l
said to myself, Il really must travel,
but it must be o journey, without
money and without price, Then | shut
myself in my room and concentrated
my mind upon purple iris in the glass
vase. (By the way, Bobby, there has
also been a yogi, but that g quite an
other story.) Did you ever. concen-
trate your mind on purple iris in a
glass vase?'
Bobby shook his head emphatically.
"Weil, Of course, I really ought to
choose 50 something yellow, but I prefer
purple get just as n2rn many 5nd 1d fhs
IDEAS are much livelier. After | had
put in about Is minutes on the iris, l
said, GO to. I will travel in Bohemia
/. T got my tickets from Mrs. Wallace.
I was to be personally conducted. When
Mrs. Wallace couldn't do the conduct
ing she was to provide substitutes. but
7 didn't bother her much about substi-
tutes. I furnished them myself. Do
you know Mrs. Wallace4"
Bobby didn't.
"What does Wallace do9" he asked.
"W7fha st" does Mrs. lr5aS Wallace do'"
"She travels in Bohemia
Bobby sat up very straight.
"Now, Nancy, see here.'
"But she g all right, Bobby. She
was Schuyler, but she a taste for
i've in Bohemia, but she wor-
ships at the shrine. of genius.
She has at least one rabid enthusiasm
each fortnight" -,
"You seem to have hit her pace"
said Bobby rather grimly.
"Exactly; only | doubled up. Some
times I drove my enthusiasm tandem.
You see my time was Short
"Why7"
Nancy blushed; and when Nancy
blushes she is adorable, Then she
never Is embarrassed, but he always
finds the exhibition entertaining.
"Well, I knew that after August I
couldn It be happy outside the Philis,
tine camp the young woman said
vaguely.
Bobby returned the last day Of Au-
It was too transparent. He laughed,
'sTell me all about it, he said tax
ing out his cigar case. Bobby always
smokes cigars, and good ones. Even
the most casual observer would never
expect him to be guilty of cigarette.
Nancy put an ashtray at his elbow
and offered him a sofa cushion.
cit will probably make you very
tired,' she said sweetly, and he took
ING T Sisn' Wallace gave a dinner" Nan
"a good dinner9"
"Yes.'
"That s not Bohemia
emo; but it introduced be to b.
hemians They did the rest. I've
been where verses and hair and vim
that came later. Mrs. Wallace 8 wines
are distinctly Philistine.'
"Where was Wallace7'
"He had an important business en-
gagement at his club
my heart warns toward Wallace, -
murmured the man who came often
~ went out to dinner with Mrs
Wallace $ latest enthusiasm. Wash 4
that noble of her Bobby7 He's a poet
and she had told me that he was the
most fascinating being she had ever
known. She said he was like the an
fute.V
"IIl be-. you made the lutte play rag
' @Not at at ali. You evidently don y
know bohemia; There aren't any
Here ony ene; but tb BSH'% on'
is, Thou shalt not drop thz
pose.' It's fairly inspiring, Bobby, t,
see how devoutly they follow that on
law. ISRAELI might covet his neighbor ;
wife and run amuck the decalogue, blu
never, never would he play ragtime
falls in love early and often, but n
good Bohemian ever forgets himself il
loving. An egoist rampant on fell
purple. There, you have Bohemia
"'But he did tune his lutte to sin,
thy praise9' urged Bobby.
Nancy smiled.
"He wrote twenty-six sonnets t.
me.n
"Suffering Moses!"
"l've never been called out Of M
name as [ was in those sonnets, Bobby
My worst enemy wouldn't have recog
nized me. Now, Bobby, tell me serious
ly. Do you think have sinuous, ser
pentine smile9'
Bobby grinned.
"And would you like to be pome
granate flower and a marble sphinx an
lines?''
"Well, it's a good thing to hurr
thru a stunt. like that" suggested
Bobby cOnsolingly.
11S IOuuQ OuG D0LOFS we were nal
thru the soup that my nearness trou
bled him strangely. He asked If I eve
felt a haunting premonition of ar
preaching pain. I told him I seldor
felt that until after the salad. The
we talked about the Gospel of Pair
Don't ask me what it is, Bobby.
don't know; but it IS very beautiful.
almost wept over it during the entree.
eve had Maeterlinck with the SALAD
No; it ISM a cheese: It's man VIII
writes prose that makes one vearn, an
plays that make one squirm Eithe
process is delirium of exquisite pain
The poet said so. Would you rattle
yearn or ,squirm, If you had your choic
Bobby?'
and we don't yearn in Philistia. W
Just want things''
For no apparent reason Name
blushed Then she returned hastily
her poet.
"We reached Swinburne by desse1
time. You see the agony Of protes
ended with Maeterlinck and salad. Wit
the nesselrode. and Swinburne we n
signed ourselves to Indigestion, phys
cal and moral. On the whole, I thin
I liked it better. It's more restfu
Still I didn It like ,sanguine grape
of sorrow and purple blood of pain, an
dead sheaves, and ruined fruit, and a
that sort Of thing with nesselrode.
seemed so messy. I bore up for Will
and then I asked him if he hadn It
nice clean little Felicia Hemans bit {