The evening tribune. (Pawtucket, R.I.) 189?-190?, 1897-05-17
A BOHEMIAN QUEEN.

we were Schtcu III one Oi tno rOOnH OF n
pretty Partisan cafe 1t was luxurious
ly furnished apartment, arranged with ex-
treme taste. Ny companion was specu-
l6tor on tlfc bourse, man with exhaust
i've knowledge of the boulevards. As we
wero waiting for an order 10 no placed be-
fore us casually scrutinized the apart
ment. Behind us was large mirror, and
written upon 1t with diamond ring was
the word Guile" Putting at q cigarette,
involuntarily came n feeling of curiosity.
Who was Juliey That word was written
In an attractive feminine hand In what
particular field of Bohemia had she movedy
The cafe was frequented almost exclu-
sively by painters, sculptors, musicians
and members of tho theatrical profession
whose names were familiar to the public.
called the attention of my companion to
the inscription and asked him who Julie
was but he replied that the lady had
fourished before his time, since he had
seen the writing on the mirror when, 90
years before, he had first come to Paris.
The waiter placed before us an appetizing
repast, and my friend, in the diverting
manner Of his countrymen, launched forth
with an interesting criticism Of current
topics while we enjoyed the good fare for
which tho proprietor Of tho place was
famed.
The next day took q trip up the Seine
and stopped for dinner at a little eating
house which, from time immemorial, had
been rendezvous of artists. The rosy
checked waiter placed a small bottle OF
wine before me on table in which wero
carved as many letters as though the place
were resort for college students There
! were many famous names engrossed there,
and the proprietor pointed to them with
pride, recalling the time when these artists
were unknown and led the happy, careless
life of Bohemians, who had copper instead
of silver and gold Jingling In their pock'
cts. Suddenly my attention was called
to word carved thore-"Julie."
"Who Is Julie?'' asked
The proprietor replied that the nama
was placed there by an artist, now re-
nowned, and led mo to a room where
many rough pencil sketches were framed.
This collection no priced highly, as well
| he might for there in caricature and 9th
erwise were seen the faces Of men aud
| women who had caused furore not only
| in Paris, but throughout tho world of art.
| Among them was the portrait of u girl,
| vivacious and charming. ! fixed her fea'
lures in my mind. Such was tho second
step in delving into a bit of the past In Bo-
| hemia.
This delightful girl appeared in new
| role soon. was looking over some old
canvases in n junkshop when 10 and be-
| hold, came across what was undoubtedly
an unfinished Coulter Moreover, the face
| was that of Julie. The master had painted
1a, tn h., ~ an MT r,nn hn
| had met her before she came To Paris and
only painted bit of nature. She was
| alone in the fields, and the ma ajesty of the
| pose and tho remarkable grace and strength
| of the figure were quite characteristic Of
| the great artist. Julie in tho fields was
| very different from Julie in tho boulcvards.
| Around her was tho quiet of eyentide. In
| the distance was tho outline Of u house
| which was tho dwelling of u peasant.
I Here, however, WAS cue, and asked
many French painters whom ] had met
| incidentally II they had ever seen the orig
+! inal OF my painting, for I purchased the
| sketch from the proprietor OF the shop for
| mere nothing But many of the old
| artists pupils could not recall the face of
the girl. Purely out Of curiosity i largely
| pursued the investigation, just to soc how
easily queen of Bohemia may bo by the
world forgotten and pass out of sight alto
| gether
Besides, here, thought, was the oppOr
| tunity for u little romance-thc life OF
| Julie, whose name was carried from ono
| generation to another in these resorts of
| talented people. Sometimes in studying
| the works of art of an epoch of painting
| one face may be seen appearing and reap
| pcaring, the features of some favorite like
| Julie who might have charmed Titan
and his friends or Raphael and his disci
| pies. Everywhere we turn in the old gal
| leries this memory Of the past confronts u.s.
Now IL Is "a Madonna then Magdalenc,
| but the observer knows II is IA real person,
| or one who has lived, who looks ont from
| all these canvascs, and wonders what tales
| of Bohemia i'm those golden days of art
| might be unfoldcd il those lips could
| speak. So i'm many places gimpses Of
| Julie were seen. a charming statuette
| revealed her I'm yivacious mood. She was
| one of the figures I'm u ballroom scene
| Upon celebrated monument an unmis-
| taxable likeness to her features looked
down benignly. Her personality seemed
/ to be thoroughly imbeddcd in the art of
| Paris.
One day while in a large gallery | dis
CoNtftU u grtWSOIne ScCIt db inc uiorput
IA young girl lying upon the marble
| slab IL was u magnificent work, but
startling i'm its realism, and yet IL belonged
10 that period Of French art when realism
was in its infancy But u chill went
| through me when | recognized the feat
nres ol the young girl who figured so prom
inently In tho art of the day. Was this
| the Julie of whom De Musset sang or sew
| Al MOI ~
F, sccted, for they did not disscct people in ~
| literary manner In those refreshing days.
| The attendant ut tho museum told his
little story about the picture and the
| painter.
lit was painted from lifc," he said. III
was an actual episode.
"Who was shet'
| eve don't know that"
One day while strolling through one Of
| the pretty cemeteries l came To n grave
| marked Ivy plain stone. ".Julic, (" 10 said.