Ellsworth American., 1904-02-24

tw1nkled under the chandeliers. ana
the fumes from hundred cigarettes
rose to heaven. Some college boys were
singing "Bola Bolar' totally obIivlous
of time and tune. and were pounding
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 anything. ! think
I'd like 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
er. 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
dTOSt. iUDhtu dIohbu anu DitH hiSo
toward Corinne and Dorothy.
Ladies and gentlemen" he began,
"in the presence of a lady who has
Just declared that she never before
tasted cocktail blush to remark
'Oh. oh. I'm going home this min
uter' said Dorothy. rising and looking
about her with misty eyes and cheeks
burning with modification.
"Sit down, Dolly" whispered Co
rinne. 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 | can't find any soap, and haven't
you got anything but a tin basin tc
wash in?"
"Others broken" came cheerfully
from the inner recesses of a closet.
.Oh, my head" said Dorothy. sink
Ing down on the hard pillows of the
fake couch. "Oh my head! How
could you make me drink that cock
tail-and the table and everything
went around ard-oh. Connie. I'm sick
yet I'll never touch another-and
what would Teddy say?
"Oh, he'd just be bossy and particu-
lar about it. You'll get used to Bo-
hemia after awhile. Are you tired of
it already?' And Corinne glanced
oddly at Dorothy.
Pm tired of something. My last
story came back by the post this morn
ing, declined with thanks and I've
tried the last place l know Of for a
position on a staff. Why, there aren't
any positions here. And everybody's
such an atom In New York, and ed
itors don't take of their hats when you
60 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
1t. Its my best, so you just stop your
| crying on it right away"
| Dorothy arose with a sudden gulp
and glared ut 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 sat
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 a 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. s y. m. I'm coming home for
ever and ever. New York is the most un-
interesting place / have ever been in.
Publishers up here aren't 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! / am just longing to
come home and cry it all out on your coat
lapel. Your penitent DOROTHY.
The other lp''pr was quite different in
purport. 1t thus:
Dear Ted-Ive done the very best ]
could for you. and you owe me that $10C
you promised me II I'd send her back.
followed her about and persuaded every
publisher who might be inclined to look
favorably upon her work to turn 1t coldly
and peremptorily down. l took her to the
meanest restaurant l know of and made
her drink cocktail. / even persuaded
Reggie Cutting to be rude to her. All o
X. She leaves in the morning. Remem-
ber the hundred. Your affectionate sister.
CONNIE.