The times. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1890-1903, 1895-06-02
BACK IN FAR BOHEMIA"
THE YEARS IN HER SERVICE TIE
HAPPIEST OF ALL.
A Pen Sketch of How tho Time 10 Spent
yisious OF the Paris s udi0 as They
Loom mp in After Ysars.


HARTFORD, CONN. June Especial.
Whether art has mastered you or you
have mastered her, those memories OF
by-gone months and years spent In her
servce-way of, in far Bohemia-are hap
piest OF all the past. Perhaps the visions
Of that first old Paris studio are tinsed
with bits Of sadness. The mild despair
which is companion 10 each fresh student.
when charcoal will but make broad lines;
when our hands tremble. and our dear
friend. the mahlstick. seems but very
demon bent upon our sure destruction;
the utter hopolessness Of ever being able
to accomplish anything. our envy OF the
talents of that dull Dutch girl just be-
side us. the masters faint and damning
word OF praise. are just as inevitable
as measles. and only form a shadow
which throws the sunshine out In bold
relief
In work, good, wholesome work, the
morning passes by. then comes our rest
and luncheon, a modest biscuit with
bit Of cheese. washed down by good
French wine fetched from round the
corner by the model, in that old Grecian
urn our masters brush has made immor-
tai, those spicy l<tle yarns and merry
songs, with rousing choruses which fairly
shake the roof and bring to view vain
~ protesting concierge. and when the
urn Is empty TO work again until the
daylight fades; such Is one OF many hap
by days. And now the brush is laid aside
and young Bohema's sport is just be-
gun. If ones in funds, we dine in three
franc elegance. and later on we do a
theatre, and later stiii, about the time
that the historic cock begins his morn
ing jubilee, we sip our iced coffee out on
the pavement OF the rue de L opera. And
II we are not in funds, why then hunt up
a friend and share with him the crust
which never IS refused to one in "Naga-
bondia" And then with empty pockets
sally forth and do the windows OF the
shops and make our game of elegance
to pass the idle hours. But all this cam
not last. We quit those dear old haunts
and wander on into new places. so SAD
at heart that only those few little dauDs
Of smooth and placid water dotted here
and there by red and grmy sails recall
the summer sketching tour in Holland.
ART IN GERMANY.
Then on we speed to Germany ana STUDY
detail Work with nose most touching
canvas. Give such finish TO our pictures
that the light reflected ~ our subjects
eye reveals the studios furnishings. And
the great porcelain stoveD. the crisp cold
winter. But cold makes ice. and or we
skate TO military music. the bracing air
but makes you throw your shoulders
back and swear that life is worth living.
When you have learned that German
motto that play time does not come
til work is done" why then you are one
Of them. and enter heart and soul into
their life. learn TO love the people. beer
and Wagner. The concert hall becomes
necessity. The free and easy artists
ball your recreation. The students sup
pers with their toasts and jests the
sauce piquant Of life.
BEYOND IHE ALPS.
But. "all roads lead to Rome" SO on
we 20 with kndpsacks strapped on back.
Across the Alps, whose granduor denes
the efforts Of most daring pencils. And
here we are in Italy-land Of lizards ana
hgs-and all our haste is past. for VINO
could hurry here? How do we live? Not
by excitement for there is none: and the
gourmand in us surely must be slain,
for now roll, a water cress. slip OF
wine. Is all enough. 1t matters not IN
Rome Life IS a dream, and art and in
spiratiOn are in the very air that YOU
breathe. Your studio Is now your all
That great, cool room so rich in color,
with curtains tapping in the breeze,
which blows off sluggish Tiber the
wall hung heavy with choice oriental
stuffs. the quaint SavonaroIa chairs the
grand carved chest always o'ernowing
with choice brocades, which in their
day have ornamented royalty. the just
unfinished pictures of our master which
stand about awaiting the stroke of in
spiration, the posing model with her
dreamy lOnglashed eyes and soft rich
tones and depths of cOlOring call forth
from out your inger-tips results you have
not reached before You study now,
while models unemployed group around
I'm corners as they softly hum TO thrum-
minss of guitar and mandolin. Inc
dogs lie basking on the sun-lit floor ana
all the air is heavy with the scent OF
Howe B. Even when the studio is closed
you study Natures pictures still AS
YOU sit resting on the Pincion Hin. the
band is playing, and before you the piano.
rama changes constantly.
THIN THE DAY Is DONE.
There are the carriages full OF lovely
women. all In rich array. the officers
in peacock splendor the nurses in fantas-
tic trappings, and long. long lines OF sol
emn-faced. red-clad young priests. Ana
so the golden sun goes down behind the
dome Of old st. Peters, and opal-tinted
mists out on the Campania give warning
that the day is done. But many hours
later on. when most of Rome is sleeping.
we wake and hear the soft-stringed
music from out the wineshop opposite.
and creeping 10 our open window behold
old Rome TALL flooded with pale moon
lighD, that monument which art has Tor
two thousand years been building, ana
We repeat with the old sooth-sayer. "tor
art is long, and life is short"
KITTY BROWN MORSE.