The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1918-01-29
Bet in
Bohemia
By M. Way.
tcopyrisht isiI. western Newspaper Union ]

(Copyr8nt lSi1s western NeWepeper unSonl
Max and Bett lived I'm Paris, and
they were really "a very conventional.
humdrum pair so people said with
yawn. He, successful journalist,
clever, diplomatic. Indifferent. She.
the usual American woman--with only
pair of expressive blue eyes-but
then people didn't know.
To the polite concierge who rented
them the little apartments In a one
time chateau, somewhere In the Latin
Quarter, they seemed most quiet and
business like, asked few questions,
didn't concern themselves about the
dodgers, and paid the rent on time.
The two, free from old ''lynx-eye."
as they called the poor concierge, be-
haved very queerly as soon as they
were In their own rooms.
The morning It all happened Max
was of ON a. trip to Fontainbleu to
write up some stun for his American
paper. Bett was usually too busy In
the morning to indulge In day dreams
or curl herself in an armchair for q
"grand read" as she called It, but
somehow today the sun swept glorious
ly over the little garden back Of the
chateau. Even the underground Of
tangled vines looked fresher than the
greenest Of French grass, as Bett de-
cided, work or no work. out she had
to go for tramp In the sunshine.
As she bolted the door shut with Q
bang. down clattered small but
sparsely clad Venus to the floor, and
Max's papers. which she had so care-
fully assorted In stray mood Of tidi.
ness. whlrled over the rugs like the
settling Of flock Of white pigeons.
A years hard work hadn't worn of
the enthusiasm Bett still felt as she
strolled along the busy thOroughfnre.
drawing In that intoxicating atmos-
phere Of Paris one feels but can't de-
fine, while weekly, across the ocean.
letters went home; wild. crazy letters
Of their housekeeping In Bohemia, gay
evenings ut the cafes, jaunts to Yer
sallles, occasionally q night at the
opera. They quite forgot to mention
Max's midnight work, long after the
last reveller had struggled home from
the artists ball at the Ballier or Belts
Incorporating despite the slim viands
Henri was ordered to bring. Mean
while the small, black stocking, Belts
National Savings Bank, grew heavier,
and heavier with money to 20 home.
II was this very morning. the Same
that Belts upward spirit would prowi
around the Luxembourg Cor take .
peep for the fiftleth time at the Nike
Apteros, with the luxury Of lunch at
the cafc) that ut 4 o'clock to her dis
may, she remembered Max was to re-
turn an hour earlier and she had quite
forgotten her promise to copy his "cor-
respondence," mat must get on In the
outgoing steamer, and poor Max would
be 20 tired, Bett thought. With her
usual impetuous rush she ran wildly
after a vanishing train. finally land
ing on the step. In close relationship
to the astonlshed conductor. whose lit
tie black moustachio curled mp higher
than ever when he discovered Very
flushed aud pretty young girl dung
suddenly his way. The chateau soon
came in sight and still rushing Bett
ran up the dark old stairway, three
steps at time-when thud !-tiown
the stairway with terrific noise clat-
|. tered . curiously black. mass which
never stopped humping till the ground
floor was reached. Bett stood par
alysed and then with grasp Of fright
hurried down. There. between dismay
and surprise. she picked up man. A
strange man In the chateau, and Max
had never told her, thought Bett in
an aggrieved way. While she called
for the concierge and lifted him as
tenderiy as she could to an old couch.
there flashed through her mind visions
of q slenderly clad pink-robed damsel
who careered over the house freQuent-
ly by day. but more frequently by
night, peering out Of the various win
dows, sometimes hauling fruit up from
the street with a rope and basket, NOT
to mention such unrOmantic things al
a beefsteak. onions or carrots. Then
how she did walk around In oil the
unused rooms and-horrors--she and
Max sometimes would roar and sing
coon songs far into the night, or MAJ
would harangue an imaginary audi
ence with criticisms on his last bril-
liant novel. AL these wild carousels
and she never knew there was a soul
In hearing distance.
Aided by the distracted concierge
| they carried him as best they could Ia
| his rooms-.-Bett mentally noting she
had been In this room on several oc
| casions-where he lay grooming fol
days with q broken arm, which to Bet
was anything but soothing as she hat
knocked him down the steps. There
never was better nurse than Max
day and night he stayed with the un
/ known lodger, never tired Of reading
or writing for him, lifting him will
the ease Of a child, caring for him al
lifetime friend might have done.
Bett, with very low ebb Of mora
courage, hung on the outskirts Of tn
| sick room. usually Manning her vigil