Audubon County journal. (Exira, Iowa) 1884-1993, 1904-02-11
variety of hat. Jewels, real and paste,

variety of hat. Jewels, real and paste,
twinkled under the chandeliers, and
the fumes from hundred cigarettes
rose to heaven. Some college boys were
singing "Bola Bola!' totally oblivious
of time and tune, and We're pouatling
on the table with their forks in wild
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 take?" asked one of
the men, looking at Dorothy.
"Why-why-oh, anything. l think
I'd like a chocolate frappe."
A loud laugh from the other three
greeted this remark.
Bring us four Martins to start
WITH said Reggie Cutting to the wait
err, who Wore 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 a kiss
toward Corinne and Dorothy.
Ladies and gentlemen he began,
Gin the presence Of lady who has
just declared that she never before
tasted cocktail blush to remark
ooh, oh, I'm going home this min
ute" said Dorothy, rising and looking
about her with misty eyes and cheeks
burning with modification.
"Sit down, Dolly" whispered Co
rhine. 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, miserably, towel in hand.
Connie. Connie, this waters so cold,
and l can't find any soap, and haven't
you got anything but tin basin to
wash in?"
"Other's broken" came cheerfully
from the inner recesses of closet
ooh, my headr said Dorothy, sink
ing down on the hard pillows Of the
flake" 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 another-and
what would Teddy say?'
ooh, he'd just be bossy and particu-
lar about it. You'll get used to Be-
hernia after awhile. Are you tired Of
it 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 I know of for a
position on staff. Why, there aren't
any positions here. And everybody's
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 on
smoking their pipes, and in their shirt
sleeves too. Oh, my head" and Dor
othy was sobbing violently in half a
minute.
Dorothy Brockway, if you muss
that pillow up I'll make you pay for
it. It's my best, so you just stop your
crying on it right away"
Dorothy arose with sudden gulp
and glared at her companion.
You're a cold, hard hearted, coarse
person." she said, with blazing eyes,
"and I'm going back home tomorrow"
Two days later Mr.. Ted Morrison sal
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 at
the station, p. m. I'm coming home for
ever and ever. New York is the most I'M
interesting place I have ever been in.
Publishers up here aren't q bit interested
In young talent. They seem to be anx-
ious, above all things. to nip 1t in the bud.
Socially. New York Is degrading. People
do nothing but wash in tin basins, drink
cocktails and live in attics. You dear,
darling old boy! I am just longing to
come home and cry 1t all out on your coat
lapel Your penitent DOROTHY.
The other letter was quite different in
purport. 1t ran thus:
Dear Ted-Tve done the very best I
could for YOU. and you owe me that 500
you promised me if I'd send her back. I
followed her about and persuaded every
publisher who might be. inclined to look
favorably upon her work to turn it coldly
and peremptorily down. l took her to the
meanest restaurant i know of and made
her drink a cocktail. I even persuaded
Reggie Cutting to be rude to her. All o.
K. She leaves in the morning. Remem-
Der the hundred. Your affectionate sister,
CONNIE.
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