Connecticut western news., 1904-03-24
BEING 4 BOHEMIAN
 By Helen RosOiand
Copmighi. ioa, bY T. c. Mcclure

steps to the first class passenger coacn as 1t stood in the Richmond depot.
 "Ta. tar she called gayly to a big fellow who stood beside the coach. By by. Teddy" and with pretty little movement she blew Il kiss to the wait ing man. then disappeared within the door of the train.
 The man lifted his hat solemnly. Then he strode away with n quiet, hurt look in his eyes, not even waiting to see the merry face that peered out of the window as the train punted and puffed out of the station.
 "Oh. brace up. Morrison! This won't do. There's no use making a 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, a little chagrined and bit sorry for the big fellow.
 As the train whizzed past the out skirts of the city Dorothy Broadway stretched out her arms and drew n deep sigh of relief.
 Free, free, free!' she breathed in a passionate whisper and leaned back in the seat with a wonderful smile in her eyes and deep, joyous satisfaction per meating her whole being. No more mammas! No more Teddy! No more chaperons! No more tea partiesr she went on. Just fun and work and do as please and be bohemian. Oh, how hate 1t all! Mammals conventionali- ties! Teddy's bossing -d dear old Ted! How broken up he looked'- And some of the merriment faded from her eyes.
 It was dusk as her train steamed into Jersey City and the tall skyscrapers on Park row were sending forth n million twinkling lights that streamed over the water. Dorothy looked about her a lit. tie bewildered, but made her way hur- riedly to the gates followed by q fat porter who carried her grips. Through the bars she spied a smiling pair of
 
 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 ferrybout. You absurd little greenle! Why on earth did you leave my good and glorious brother to come up to this seething caldron? Why Sfn af nI nt.t.xy him and get supported for the rest of your lifeY'
 Connie" said Dorothy severely, you don't know what 1t is to be bossed and bossed and bossed. I want to be bohe- mian.'
 There was queer little light in Co rinne's eyes as she answered: "All Come, we'll take street car instead of cab. It wouldn't be bohemian to take a cab, you know. Bohemlans are all poor. I'm bohemian"
 "But-but-all these hags!' 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, tugging two satchels, while Doro- thy followed helplessly with the rest.
 Three-quarters of an hour later they were wearily climbing the stairs to Corinne's studio. Up one long flight, up two, up three, Dorothy sat down in heap on the dirty floor to rest,
 Connie, Is your studio In heavenT
 "Yes. when sell anything. Como along. glrly; you'll get there. It merely requires perseverance," And one more flight brought the two to q battered door in q dirty hall, smelling of mold and dampness. Corinne took out her latchkey and unlocked the door.
 "Oh, how gloriousr' sighed Dorothy, ito carry your own latchkeyv
 "Delightful"' And Corinne's voice was bit lronical.
 Just three weeks later Dorothy rolled over wearlly in her automatic combina- ton bed and folding couch that did duty by day as an oriental corner'' with a lot of gaudy pillows piled upon 1t.
 Connie" she said tragically, do you know just how much money l have between me and the cold, cold world ? Just $15 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, "I be- lieve there are the Hungarian restau. rants. You need cheering up, girly. We'll do a Hungarian restaurant to- night. I'll telephone two of the boys from Park row to meet us somewhere, and we'll go to Martinetti's."
 Meet us? Meet us? Cant they call for us here?"
 Why, mo-" and Corinne turned re- proachful eyes on Dorothy. "They are newspaper men, you know, and can only steal an hour or so from the office Besides, that would be awful conven- tional. No. not that low cut frock, goosie. Pick out your plainest shirt waist If you're going summing with me"
 Dorothy set her teeth firmly and smiled away the little frown that had begun to cloud her forehead.
 The tweezy orchestra was playing the latest air from popular comic opera as Dorothy Broadway, followed by Corinnc and the two newspaper men, In their morning clothes, entered the third rate bohemian cafe. The lights flashed on a hundred women in gaudy gowns, wearing every color and 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 Bolar' totally oblivious 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.