The Bohemian GirlThe transcontinental express swung along the windings of theSand River Valley, and in the rear seat of the observation car ayoung man sat greatly at his ease, not in the least discomfited bythe fierce sunlight which beat in upon his brown face and neck andstrong back. There was a look of relaxation and of great passivityabout his broad shoulders, which seemed almost too heavy until hestood up and squared them. He wore a pale flannel shirt and a bluesilk necktie with loose ends. His trousers were wide and belted at...
