The broad ax. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1895-19??, 1895-09-07
IN THE CAFE.

She was q quiet little woman, with O
very pale face. Her serge gown was worn
and shabby. The blue had faded to sors
of heliotrope. She wore pink shirt waiss
which had also faded and was streaked,
but was scrupulously clean. The shabby
shoes and the frayed gloves carried out the
general impression Of poverty.
She walked to a small table In the cor
ner and sat down with q certain grim Do
termination in her manner. The very way
In which she pulled her chair up to the
table was full of decision. The way she
dragged of her shabby gloves and laid
them to one side suggested desperation
She read the menu card over and gave heR
order to Pierre quite distinctly, though in
4 n low tone. Then she leaned back, her
lips, which lacked the ruddiness OF health,
drawn closely together.
"Oueer looking girl that, remarked the
artist to his wife rs he tossed up q salad.
"Yes; isn't sheY" remarked the artists
wife, nibbling an olive.
"She doesn't look like the bohemian
sort, pursued he.
- "She looks Hke-a-well, q teacher, -
far as her face goes, and a starving mil.
liners assistant as regards clothes ana
air." commenced Mrs. Artist critically.
"She does seem hard up, that's q fact"
Meantime Pierre placed the tureen 10
fore the hungry looking girl. The aroma
Of soup fluated on the air. The girls
transparency white face was suffused with
color for an instant as she carried thu
ladle toward her soup plate. Then there
was a little crash, little cry, and soup
was trickling down the shabby gown. The
pale faced girl had tainted.
They bore her to the little parlor, and
Mrs. Artist, who was recognized au.
thority at the Mazarin, because she always
dined there, unfastened the frayed, stiffy
starched shirt collar and ordered some
sherry. The white faced girl revived BE-
meath the stimulant and drew q LONG
dr. wn and shuddering sigh.
Then she INCREASINGLY took more al
the wine the golden haired woman Wa
forcing upon her. When she had recovered
somewhat, the wise little wife Of the art
LIST forbade her TO speak.
"When YOU have drunk this broth, +" she
said in the voice Of a commander in chief,
"you may tell me all about il. "
The girl drank the broth Obediently.
"Now," said the artists wife, "whaa
does 1t all meanT'
The pink flush suffused the white faos
again.
al hadn't had anything to eat for %
long that was faint, /" whispered the girl.
And didn't have money 10 pay for my
dinner, and-hunger and-fear-mads
me-
eyes, i see," nodded Mrs. Artist a.
though to be starving and a swindler were
natural occurrences. 81 see. But how
did 1t happenS Tell me in Just few
words"
"I'm music teacher. 4" faltered the girl,
land music student. Alone in New York.
Home in Ohio. Boarded on Tenth street.
Lost my pupils; lost my money. Couldn't
write home. They re poor. Stopped TAX
ing my meals in the house. Did chamber.
work to pay for my room. Finally didn't
have a cent. l couldn't borrow or beg foo
money, and couldn't earn any. lit
hadn't anything to eat for three days,
and made up my mind to have one din.
ner If 1 was put in Jail for it."
al understand perfectly" said the art
lists wife in the tone Of one who had Ire.
quently experienced starvation. "NoW
come out and dine with us, Miss
Miss Wylie, said the girl, blushing.
my DEAR" said the artists wife that
night, "yOu are going to paint picture Of
athin, pale, spirituelle faced, shabby young
woman teaching round, rosy little cherub
the violin. You are going to call it The
Music Teacher, and sell 1t to old Mr.. Van
Fletcher, who likes you, for $500 or 50.
And you are going to give Miss Wylie .
hundred Of those dollars for being such o
perfect model for the subject. Then she's
going to spend the summer on an Ohio
farm. Do you understand
Perfectly. my love" replied the docils
husband.-New York World. Il