Audubon County journal. (Exira, Iowa) 1884-1993, 1904-02-11
BEING A
BOHEMIAN
BY Helen Rot0land
Copyright, 1908, By 7. C. Mcclure

1 Q COpyright, 1903, on L. e. Mcclure y
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Dorothy Brockway ran gayly up the
steps to the first class passenger coach
as 1t stood in the Richmond depot.
'Ta, ia" 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
ing man, then disappeared within the
door of the train.
The man lifted his hat solemnly
Then he strobe away with a 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
puffed out of the station.
ooh, brace up. Morrison, This won't
do. There's no use making 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 up standing where he was, little
chagrined and 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.
Gree, free, free" she breathed in
| passionate whisper and leaned back in
the seat With wonderful smile in her
| eyes and deep. Joyous satisfaction per-
meating her whole being. No more
| mammals. No more Teddy. No more
| cliaperons. No niorc tea purtiesr' she
| Went on. just fun and work and do
as please and be bohemian oh. how
| | hate it all. Mammals conventional
| ties! Teddy's lossing = dear old Ted!
How broken up lie looked. And some
| of the merinlent faded from her eyes.
1t was dusk as her train steamed into
Jersey City and the tall skyscrapers on
| Park row We're sending forth million
| twinllling lights that streamed over the
| water Dorothy looked about her lit
tie bewildered, but made her way hur-
riedly to the gates, followed by a fat
| porter who carried her grips. Through
the bars she spied smiling pair Of
eyes, and Corinne Morrison came to
| meet her with an amused look on her
face.
"You dear little idiot" said Corinne
as she kissed her and led the way to
| 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 Of
| your life?"
Connie" said Dorothy severely, you
don't know what it is to be bossed and
bossed and bossed. want to be bohe-
MAN."
There was queer little light in Co
rinne's eyes as she answered: "All
right, dear, We'll begin right away.
| Come, We'll take street car instead
of cab. 1t wouldn't be bohemian to
take cab, you know. Bohemians are
all poor. I'm bohemian"
"But-but-all these bags" And Dor
othy looked helplessly at the pile of
leather satchels beside her.
'They aren't bohemian either" And
Corinne relentlessly led the way to the
car, Juggling two satchels, while Doro-
thy followed helplessly with the rest.
Three-quarters of an hour later they
were YEARLY climbing the stairs to
Corinnes studio. Up one long fight,
up two, up three! Dorothy sat down in
q heap on the dirty floor to rest.
"Connie, Is your studio in heaveny' 4
Yes, when 1 sell anything. Come
along, girly; you'll get there. It merely
requires perseverance," And one more
fight brought the two to battered
door in a dirty hall, smelling of mold
and dampness. Corinne took out her
latchkey and unlocked the door.
"Oh, how gloriousy' sighed Dorothy,
Ito carry your own latchkeyw
"Delightfulv' And Corinne's voice
was bit ironical
Just three weeks later Dorothy rolled
over YEARLY in her automatic combina-
ton bed and folding couch that did
duty by day as an Oriental corner"
WIN lou OF Saudy pillows piled upon
| it,
Connie" she said tragically, "do you
know just how much money 1 have
between me and the cold, cold world?
Just SIS! And haven't sold a single
thing I've written, and, Connie, is there
anything else In Bohemia besides work
and disappointment and editors who
won't see you?"
YES" said Connie doubtfully, 81 be-
lieye there are the Hungarian restau-
rants. You need cheering up, girly.
Well do a Hungarian restaurant to-
night I'll telephone two of the boys
from Park row to meet us somewhere,
and we'li-go to Martinetti's."
"Meet us? Meet us? Can't they call
for us here?"
"Why, no." and Corinne turned re-