The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1919-02-16
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saucy charm of Beau Brummel wa
touching when If wasn't embarrassing
To Cicily Day, there was pothing worth
knowing that Jimmy Burke did no
know, nothing worth doing that Jim
my Burke had not done. He was te
her the epitome of all the wonder OF
New York. Just as its buildings reach
ing into the clouds thrilled her as die
mountains, only more warmly, person
ally because those skyward soaring hive:
tecmed with men and women working
and loving-just as its spanning bridge:
with their rrmbling of freight and their
views of the hurry and chug and whis-
tie of the craft on the propeller-cut wa
ter below filled her with choking sense
of the mighty poetry of commerce, SC
did she, from Jimmy Burke's deceptive
ly guileless face and self-possessed New
York manner, build a romance in which
she played the proud part of the only
love of a gay Prince Charming.
II can't see how it came to happen
that you, who know so many girls,
should care for just little mep
The adoring humility in her face went
deep down into Jimmys heart and
touched that sense of decency which all
his experiences had not killed He was
perched on the arm of her chair and,
with boyiSh gesture, he bent and hid
his face on her shoulder.
IT'S because you are just Little
YOU" 1t was easier to whisper to her
with his face hidden
"But you know lots of girls, don't
your"
Some bunch, should sayr
and you've never cared for any of
them7"
A slight pause, and then he whispered
assurance, the conviction OF everyone IN
love, "No, not really cared, you know. I
may have thought ! did You're the
only girl ever wanted to marry"
Cicily put her arms around his neck
and held him tightly She gave little
sigh. I'm glad. I want to feel that !
am the FIRST, the very first girl you ever
to me are the hrst man. the very first:
If I didn't think that, it would s7oil
everything"
The easiest reply for Jimmy to make
was to raise his head and bcstow upon
her one of those kisses.
And then in compliance with an
eternal demand of Cicily's that in all
the things of which he had knowledge he
should be the teacher, he took her one
night to little downtown restaurant for
dinner. For Cicily had discovered that
Jimmy knew what she designated as Boz
hemia, and had insisted that he straight
way make with her 4 pilgrimage there
to.
Cicily's idea of Bohemia wa. vague,
and had become wagner since she had
made acquaintance with Mrs. Burke's
set She had imagined that Bohemia
was state of being wherein women
smoked and drank and were informal
of manner. but all these things prevailed
among the people with whom she came
in contact daily. Assuredly, Mrs.
Burke's fashionable friends did not con-
stitute Bohemia Cropping in her mind
for the reason, Cicily came to the con-
clusion that the real Bohemian was
person less Occupied with the outward,
visible signs she encountered everywhere
of independence of thought and action.
After the fash of her dazzlement had
subsidized, Cicily began to comprehend
that these women were free-and-easy
because it was fashionable to be free
and-easy. Their astonishing costumes
were astonishing because fashion de-
creed that establishment should reign.
She was very near grasping the truth
that these women were as conventional
in their unconventionality as her moth
er's friends were in their old-fash:oned
circumspection-
Jimmy Burke had been little hesi-
tant in his acquiescence to take her fer
a glimpse of the real thing, the reason
of which was that, in any of these
haunts, it was highly probable he might
be confronted with some of his whi.oIn
intimates.
AS he escorted her to their place IN
the gallery and the grave Italian .rait-r
60 he fxzr0 ~,
which leaned against the table. he Rat
tered himself that he had chosen .iIe
rendezvous with discretion. Even =
this early hour. the little restaurant wa.
we'll filled. What few places were Ie.,
were reserved and waiting, and the cha
ter of conversation mingled with th-
clatter of dishes from the kitchen i,
front; the smoke of tobacco permea.ci
the spicy odor of Italian cooking. While
the little waiter set for them the ante
pasta of anchovies and dressed cuc,;~
bers and asked if they would have WIZ
wine or red. Cicily was pulling of i.e:
gloves and looking over the gallery ~;ti,
eager eyes. striving vainly TO And ti.~
type she had come hither TO discover
Then she turned TO Jimmy
But / don't see anybody who look,
the least bit Bohemian" Her voice
sounded a distinct disappointuieEs
"Only the men are smoking and the
women don't even look New Yorkyl
Look at that one down there with the
red bow on her hat and the black shirt
waist. That's just the kind of thing our
local dressmaker ard milliner at home
produces. And the two men with her
The one with the mop of black and
white hair-it really is just striped, isn't
it, Jimmy ?-looks clever, but the other
one looks exactly like nice pink pig.
They seem to be having good time,
though"
Jimmy laughed The woman is Jane
Marks. She's just written a play that's
going to be put on next month ST