The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1908-05-06
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"All ] want" the girl said, sis to
see for myself. Ny father insists that
there isn't any more Bohemia in New
York, that it went out with Pfaff's
beer-cellar, where Fitz James O'Brien
and Fitz Hugh Ludlow and all that
famous tribe, Walt Whitman includ-
ed, talked immortal talk over mugs
of beer from midnight to dawn. They
are all gray-beards now, if alive at
all, which most of them are not. But
yesterday Macpherson, the new man
in pastels, you know, told me at
private view, of a place where you
can really dine with exiles and an
archists."
"Why in the name of wonder,
should you want to dine with exiles
and anarchists"
The young mans eyes were on
her, smiling, yet puzzled; and now
the girl smiled also, yet with touch
Of condescension, her charming face
expressing a general hopelessness of
making her meaning clear.
you ought to know. You are
two-thirds anarchist yourself, l be-
lieve, and, l do not doubt, know all
about it. So you have no good rea-
son for not taking me-"
Again the young man considered
her gravely.
'To what end? Have you not
burrowed enough in places where
you do not belong? Why is it that
this generation is doing all the things
its mothers never thought of, and
even now would not venture upon?
Fancy your mother at an anarchist
table d'hote!"
Eyes, but mamma has no dramat-
ic instinct. l should say the last
generation were almost made up
without it, save one here and there,
who, if they did not find outlet for
1t on the stage, suffered tortures all
their days from perpetual misunder-
standings. Mamma now wants life
according to fixed rule. I, on the
contrary, want it with a flavor. 1t
is all part of a general study of hu-
manity, you know. Now there cer-
tainly is, perhaps, not the old, but
new, Bohemia"
An imitation Bohemia, yes. A
Bohemia where, as a witty news
paper man said the other day, 'un-
interesting people go to see people
who are not there'-places where a
famous artist or writer has gone be-
tween checks, and his followers
focked there in consequence. You
don't want a make-believe Bohemia,
child"
Il don't want Bohemia at all. I
want to see the place that Macpher-
son knows and says is just a big
family, and the proprietor its patri-
arch-a place where homesick for
eigners, who have not made homes
here, come because it is friendly and
kind and gives them native dishes
and native faces, and O. place where
they can speak what they think with
out fear. 1t is dangerous part of
the city, he says, though how it can
possibly be any more dangerous than
all the rest, with the subway going
on, ! can't see. The point is, will
you take me, Hal? l don't want to
go alone, but l might, perhaps, for
lunch"
The young man groaned, but it
appeared to carry sense of affirma-
tive to the girl, who laughed again
as he fixed questioning eyes upon
her.
Poor Hail." she said, ''you have
been looking at me like that ever
since / was three and you six. Will
1t always go on?"
always, / suppose; but you don't
mind, and l may cease to be sur
prised. When shall it be? To-mor-
row."
So it came that the next day found
the pair leaving car at Sixth ave-
nue. and West Fourth street, and,
turning presently from deep-shaded
old park. due southwest into a street
filed with men hurrying from work
children as the sands of the sea,
and roar of sound, not alone from
the elevated close at hand in a side
street, but with organs pouring out
rag-time music, and, added to this
the cries of innumerable venders OF
wares no man in his senses could
possibly desire. till farther down be.
fore house. at the last extremity Of