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borrowed. At last he drew aside
the veil of reserve which concealed his family affairs from even his
closest friends and inquired if I could direct him to any recent authority
on cancer. I divined the sad truth that his tenderly beloved mother was
suffering from the dread disease. That was the day before serums, and
nothing that he found to read in books or periodicals gave him a faint
hope that his dear one could be cured. Thenceforward, mother and son
awaited the inevitable end with uncomplaining patience which was
characteristic of both. His cheerful smile returned, and while the blow
of bereavement was impending practically all these "Tales from

Bohemia" were written.
To follow the career of "R.N.S." and trace his development after he
gave up newspaper work in the fall of 1893 is not required in this place.
"Tales from Bohemia" will be found interesting in themselves, apart
from the fact that they illustrate another phase of the literary gift of a
young writer who contributed so materially to the entertainment of
playgoers and novel readers for a period of ten years after the work in
this book was all done.
J.O.G.D.

CONTENTS
I. THE ONLY GIRL HE EVER LOVED
II. A BIT OF MELODY
III. ON THE BRIDGE
IV. THE TRIUMPH OF MOGLEY
V. OUT OF HIS PAST
VI. THE NEW SIDE PARTNER
VII. THE NEEDY OUTSIDER
VIII. TIME AND THE TOMBSTONE
IX. HE BELIEVED THEM
X. A VAGRANT
XI. UNDER AN AWNING
XII. SHANDY'S REVENGE
XIII. THE WHISTLE
XIV. WHISKERS
XV. THE BAD BREAK OF TOBIT MCSTENGER
XVI. THE SCARS
XVII. "LA GITANA"
XVIII. TRANSITION
XIX. A MAN WHO WAS NO GOOD
XX. MR. THORNBERRY'S ELDORADO
XXI. AT THE STAGE DOOR
XXII. "POOR YORICK"
XXIII. COINCIDENCE
XXIV. NEWGAG THE COMEDIAN
XXV. AN OPERATIC EVENING

TALES FROM BOHEMIA
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I
THE ONLY GIRL HE EVER LOVED
When Jack Morrow returned from the World's Fair, he found
Philadelphia thermometers registering 95. The next afternoon he
boarded a Chestnut Street car, got out at Front Street, hurried to the
ferry station, and caught a just departing boat for Camden, and on
arriving at the other side of the Delaware, made haste to find a seat in
the well-filled express train bound for Atlantic City.
While he was being whirled across the level surface of New Jersey,
past the cornfields and short stretches of green trees and restful cottage
towns, he thought of the pleasure in store for him--the meeting with the
young person whom he had gradually come to consider the loveliest
girl in the world. Having neglected to read the list of "arrivals" in the
newspapers, he knew not at what hotel she and her aunt were staying.
But he would soon make the rounds of the large beach hotels, at one of
which she was likely to be found.
She did not expect to see him. Therefore her first expression on
beholding him would betray her feelings toward him, whatever they
were. Should the indication be favourable, he would propose to her at
the first opportunity, on beach, boardwalk, hotel piazza, pavilion, yacht
or in the surf. Such were the meditations of Jack Morrow while the
train roared across New Jersey to the sea.
The first sign of the flat green meadows, the smooth waters of the
thoroughfare, the sails afar at the inlet and the long side of the sea-city
stretching out against the sky at the very end of the earth is refreshing
and exhilarating to any one. It gave a doubly keen enjoyment to Jack
Morrow.
"Within an hour, perhaps," he mused, as the reviving odour of the salt
water touched his nostrils, "I shall see Edith."
When with the crowd he had made his way out of the train, and
traversed the long platform at the Atlantic City station, ignoring the
stentorian solicitations of the 'bus drivers, he started walking toward the
ocean promenade, invited by the glimpse of sea at the far end of the
avenue. Thus he crossed that wide thoroughfare--Atlantic

Avenue--with its shops and trolley-cars; passed picturesque hotels and
cottages; crossed Pacific Avenue where carriages and dog-carts were
being driven rapidly between the rows of pretty summer edifices, and
traversed the famously long block that ends at the boardwalk and the
strand.
He succeeded in getting a third-floor room on the ocean side of the first
hotel where he applied. He learned from the clerk that Edith was not at
this house. Sea air having revived his appetite, he decided to dine
before setting out in search of her.
When, after his meal, he reached the boardwalk, the electric lights had
already been turned on and the regular evening crowd of promenaders
was beginning to form. He strolled along now looking at the beach and
the