South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1920-11-10

The cunning writer viii choose
an indennable subject. for ne can
then set down his theory o. what it
IS. and next AZ length. his concep-
sion Of what 90 IS noe-and 10, hi5
paper is covered. Therefore. let us
follow the p-oIix and unnapabIe
trail into that usooted country. Bo-
hemia-
Granger. sub-editor Of Docs
Magazine. closed his ron-top desk.
put on bis hat. waIked into the hall,
punched the down" button. and
waited for the elevator.
Graingers day had been trying.
The chief had tried 20 ruin the
magazine a dozen times by going
against Graingers ideas for running
II 4 lady whose grandfather had
fought with Mcclellan had brought
2 portfolio OF poems IN person
Granger was curator OF the Lions
House OF the magazine. That day
he had 'lunched" an Arctic explor-
or. a shOrt-story write. and the ia
mons conductor OF a slaughter
house expose. Consequently his
mind was in q whirl Of icebergs,
Maupasslnt. and trfchinOsis.
But there was a surcease and a
recourse; there was Bohemia He
would seek distraction there: and.
let's sce-he would call By for Mary
Adrian.
Half an hour later he threaded
his way like a Brazilian orchid
hunter through the palm forest in
the tiled entrance hall OF the
"IdeaIa' apartment house. One
day the chrlstsners Of apartment
houses and the cognOminators OF
sleeping cars viii meet, and there
viii be some Jealous and sanguin-
airy knitting.
The clerk breathed Gralnger's
name 50 lansuidIy into the house
telephone that Il seemed u must
surely drop. from sheer inertia.
down 60 the tenito~'s regions. But,
ut length, u scared dilatOrily up 20
Miss Abrams ear. Certainly, Mr..
Grainer was to como up Immediate
ly
a coIored maid with an Eliza
crOssing-th expression opened
tue door or the apartment for him.
Granger walked sideways down the
narrow han. A bunch OF burnt
timber hair and a sea-green eye ap-
pcarcd In the crack OF a door. a
long white. undraped arm came
out. barring the way.
$50 glad you came, RiclSy, instead
or any OF the others" said the eye.
Light a ciGaret and give il 20 me.
Going 10 take me % dinner? Fine.
GO into the front room till finish
dressing But don't sit IN your
usual chair. There's pie In it.
3Icringue. Kappelman threw Il at
Reeves last evening while ne was
reciung. Sophy has just come to
etralghten UP. Is 80 lit2 Thanks
There's Scotch on the mantel-oh,
no. 10 isn't-thats chartreuse. Ask
Sophy 20 ind you some. won't be
long"
Granger escaped the meringue.
is he waited his spirits sank still
lower. The atmosphere II the room
was as vapid as a zephyr wandering
over Nesuvfan lava-bed. Relics
OF some feast lay about the room,
scattered in places where even
proving cat would have been sur
Drised 10 find them A Struggling
cluster or deep red roses in a mar
Walade Jar bowed their heads over
tobacco ashes and unwashed COB
let's. A chatting dish stood on the
piano; q leaf OF sheet music sup
ported a stack OF sandwiches IN a
chair
Mary came IN, dressed and ra-
dlant. Her gown was OF that thin,
black fabric whose name through
the change OF a single vowel seems
20 summon visions ranging between
the extremes or mans experience.
Spelled with an "e'' it belongs TO
Gallo witchery and diaphanous
dreams. with an "a II Grapes lam
cntatiou and woe.
That evening they went 10 the
cafe Andre. And. as people would
c0nhde TO YOU in a whisper that
Andres was the only truly Bohem-
IAN restaurant In town, II may be
veE TO follow them.
Andre began hts professional ca
reer as a waiter IN a bowery ten
cent eating house. Had YOU seen
him there you would have called
aim tough-tO yourself Not aloud.
Tor ne would have soaked" YOU as
quickly as he would have soaked
his thumb in your coffee. He saved
money and started a basement table
dhote in Eighth COR Ninth 81. one
afternoon Andre drank too much
1bsinthe. He announced 10 his
startled family that ne was the
Grand Llama of Thibet. therefore
requiring an empty audience hall in
which 90 be wOrshiped. He moved
an the tables and chairs from the
restaurant into the back ward
wrapped n red tablecloth around
himself. and sat on "a step ladder
for "a throne When the diners be-
san 20 arrive. madame, I'm a furry
OF despair. laid cloths and ushered
them. trembling outside. Between
tho tables Clothes-ltnes were stretch
ed bearing the family wash. a
party OF Bohemia hunters greeted
the artistic innovation with shrieks
and aCClamatiOns Of delight. That
weeks washing was not taken in
for two years. When Andre came
TO his senses he had the menu print
ed on stinly starched Cuns and
served the ices IN little wooden
tubs. Next he took down his sign
and darkened the front OF the
house. When YOU went there z,
dine YOU fumbled for an electric
button and pressed &c. A lookout
slid open a panel in the door look
al at YOU suspiciously. and asked il
sou were acquainted with Sen
Herodotus @. NCMiiliCan or the
ChiClxasaw Nation. II YOU were
YOU Wero admitted and allowed "a