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By George .Munson
"How do you like Bohemia, Miss
Lane?" inquired Sanford of the party.
Dorothy Lane drew in her breath.
"I think it is just heavenly," she said,
watching the lights and the dancers
in the cabaret "And to think I have
lived all my lif e without knowing that
these things exist!"
"They're all very well in their
way," answered Sanford. "Only don't
estimate them beyond their real
value, Miss Lane."
Dorothy had persuaded her pa
rents, who were rich, to give her a
year in New York. Ostensibly she
was studying at an art school, but if
you had questioned her and she had
been honest she would have told you
that she was studying life.
A young man, dressed in the height
of fashion, who had been executing
a dance with a slim blonde, came up
and sat down at the table.
'Tm dry," he remarked, addressing
all the party, though his eyes rested
"Whafll you have?" asked San
"Absinthe," answered the young
man. "Hello ! Excuse me a moment."
While he was gone to speak to his
late partner, Sanford turned to Dor
othy. "It's the way in Bohemia," he said.
"Introductions aren't considered nec
essary. You don't mind?"
"Oh, I think it's delightfully un
conventional," the girl answered.
When the young man came back
he drifted into an earnest conversa
tion with Dorothy, after drinking the
' strange, greenish-white liquid which
was suppKed him. He asked her to
dance. The girl, in exhilaration,
i seemed to float over the boards. And
when the dance was over the young
man and she sat down in a corner be-
hind a screen, under a palm.
He was the son of an English no
1 bleraan, he toMIher. But for family
reasons the marriage had to be kept
quiet. He had borne the undeserved
stigma upon his birth at his dead
mother's plea. His father had refused
to acknowledge him. He did not like
the life in the cabaret But one had
Dorothy listened in a trance. Such
things, then, happened in real life,
and not merely in books! It seemed
impossible. In a moment kindly San
ford was forgotten. Sanford, well-
"May I Be Privileged to Call Myself
meaning, and a good friend to her,
had taken her to the Cabaret Riche
lieu at her request to see "something
of the shady side of life." He thought
the inexperienced girl more wordly
than she was. Had he understood
nothing would have induced him to
take her, with the party of friends,
to such a place.
The young man's soulful blue eyes
seemed unutterably sad. "May I hope
to meet you again?" he askL