Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-01-21
BY INEz HAYNES GILMORE


and they would have been right too.
"Well Tierneys tone was meditative, there's ]. c.
Crampton the poet there He's great Bohemian,
you know. He always comes here They reserve that
table for him."
Miss Richards blue gaze leaped to Champion. 1t
surveyed critically the shabby easy fitting clothes the
careless tie the shapelessly shapey hat Hes drink
ing milk, she said. al don't call that being much of
Bohemian do you''
joint" Tierney admitted. a tell you what YOU ought
to the University Tavern after big game That's
the fiercest rough house ever got into always have
the time of my life with the rah rah boys don't know
what there is about but people always take for
college man.
Even the superficial observer this could not seem
strange; for Tierney had perfect makeup that he
could have suped just he George AIDE play.
Brisk, brown, brawny, he running with self
satisfaction. The brm of his soft hat tortured to
the of the most recent college edct Tie united
with socks to make harmonious but vocerous appeal
to the vision. His clothes fitted his fine figure well.
Indeed, had he walked in among the figures of
clothing house window and struck Sartoral attitude,
nobody could possibly have spotted him for alien.
"a would like to live in Bohemia all the time said
real Bohemians. They have the dandicst time You
60 up there without finding cebox full of beer
and cheese There's something doing there every night.
l don't believe they get to bed before two
"Well don't know as Bohemia makes such hit
with me" Tierney said Perhaps he added modesty,
its because u, I've had so much Of it. But tell you
what I'd hke-did you read The Three Guards
men or Ivanhoe or The Cloister and the Hearth ~
Miss Richards shook her head.
Tierney not surprised. He had never met
woman who had Il ought to have been born in those
days when there were knights in and Journeys
and jousts and crusades. If | could only have"
Il tell you the kind of book like Miss Richards
interrupted. "Ever read The Prisoner of Zenda ?
Now, that's my idea of good romantic story. guess
I've read more than five hundred like it. I'd never get
sick of it, no matter how often read it. The scenes
always laid in imaginary country in Europe and
the heroines always Princess and the heros always
an American or an Englishman. Sometimes they end
sad, and sometimes they end happy. l don't know
| ike bette he Ike the
ones in those stories than anything can think Of.
a don't believe it would make any difference if you
were" said Tierney ruthlessy destroying illusion.
Nothing happens in life the way it does in books.
Why, do you know I've walked the streets of New
York for hours looking for adventures? But never
found one. Once about three in the morning cab went
past with hanging out the window and
calling Help. Help! But there in there
with her. and didn't want to get mixed up with any
funny business. Now, if could only rescue swell girl
runaway horse in the park
well you'll never do it in New York Miss Rich
ards prophesied cruelty. "Say, this burg makes me
sick! No about it. Nobody thinks of anything
but making money here. Why, look at me! I'm just
dying to have something wonderful happen I've been
to this place dozen times if I've been and it's
dead One night, to be sure, girl came in here
with two thought she looked if she had been
crying. and all of sudden she slips note by the
waiter asking if I'd wait and let her walk home with
me- she needed advice about something. But l
didn't like the look of the whole outfit-and didn't
want to get mixed up with anything queer any more
than you did So paid attention to it. Just got
up and walked out. think they were foreigners, and
hate foreigners. have awful fights with my room
mate, Mary Smith, about this"
4Same here with mine, Billy Jones, put in Tierney.
"Mary says that New York is Just as romantic
Paris Rome London though she's never been to
any of those cities. She says it's not the place-ts the
people. She says adventures always happening to
her. because she keeps her eyes open. But then-she
calls any old thing an adventure. beggar will stop
her in Madison Square, and Maryll sit down by the
fountain there and have hours talk with her. Then
she'll say she's met with adventure don't call
thing an adventure unless there's a man IN it-and
good looking. well dressed one too
IL should think it was Billy talking said Tierney.