Lewiston evening teller. [volume] (Lewiston, Idaho) 1903-1911, 1904-03-17
BEING A
BOHEMIAN
BY Helen Rot0Iand
con,1ioht. 1898, by T. c. Mcclure


..ens to the first class passenger coach
ss # stood in the Richmond depot.
..ro. tar she called gayly to big
..,,ow who stood beside the coach "By
nv Teddy" and with a pretty little
.,orement she blew kiss to the wait
,nc man. then disappeared within the
door of the train.
The man lifted his hat solemnly.
Then he strobe away with quiet, hurt
took in his eyes, not even waiting to
500 the merry face that peered out of
+bo window as the train painted and
unified out of the station.
ooh brace up. Morrison! This won't
do There's no use making mute of
roursalf for any fool girl who doesn't
half appreciate YOU"
"You don't know anything about it,!
And Terry Morrison walked Oh, leaving
the man who had been trying to cheer
him ND standing where he was, little
chacrined and a 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.
Free free, free! she breathed in a
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
mammas. No more Teddy! No more
chaperons! No more tea parties!" she
went on. Just fun and work and do
as please and be bohemian. Oh, how
I hate it all! Mammals conventionan
ties. Teddy's bossing - dear old Ted!
How broken up he looked And some
of the merriment faded from her eyes,
1t was dusk as her train steamed into
Jersey City and the tall skyscrapers on
Park row were sending forth a million
twinkling lights that streamed over the
water Dorothy looked about her lit
tie bewildered, but made her way hur-
riedly to the gates, followed by 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 C0rinne
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 caldron2 Why
didn't you stay at home and marry
him and get supported for the rest Of
your lifeT n
Connie "lsaid Dorothy severely. you
don't know what it Is to be bossed and
bossed and bossed. I want to be bohe-
man."
There was a queer little light in Co
nnne's eyes as she answered: "All
right, dear, we'll begin right away.
Come, Wen take a 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. n.~
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 YEARLY climbing the stairs ia
Corinne's studio Up one long flight,
up two. up three! Dorothy sat down in
heap on the dirty door to rest.
Connie, Is your studio in heaven"
Yes, when I sell anything, Come
along, girly; you'll get there. 1t merely
requires perseverance" And one more
flight brought the two to a battered
door in a dirty hall, smelling of mold
and dampness. Corinne took out her
latchkey and unlocked the door.
"Oh. how glorious! sighed Dorothy
to carry your own latchkeyv'
"Delightfulv' And Corinnes voice
was bit ironical.
Just three weeks later Dorothy rolled
over YEARLY in her automatic combina.
uon bed and folding couch that did
DUTY by day as an Oriental corner
with lot Of gaudy pillows piled upon
it.
Connie" she said tragically, do you
know just how much money l have
between me and the cold, cold world!
Just $15! And l haven't sold single
tnlng I've written, and, Connie, is there
anything else in Bohemia besides work
and disappointment and editors who
won't see your"
Yes" said Connie doubtfully, 81 be-
neve there are the Hungarian restau.
rants. You need cheering up. girly
Wen do a Hungarian restaurant to
night I'll telephone two of the boys
from Park row to meet US somewhere
ana we'll 90 to MArinettrs."
Meet us? Meet us? Can't they cal
Tor us here?
why, no." 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.
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