Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-04-18
NOT YET
 By JOE ANDERSON NORRIS
(Copyrlght, lOO.. by pAlly slOry rub. oo.l

Copyright, 19o4, by Daily Story Pub. Col
 JUDITH had come from the west to eg New York with mammoth artistic ambitions and crude ideas of morality common to rude, young and unsophis- ticated countries. She located in small downtown studio and becoming suddenly afflicted with a homesicl1 Loneliness that struck cold to the mar row of her soul commenced to frater- nize with whomsoever happened to be available. This was Louise Markham, her nearest neighbor, who occupied studio on the second floor above. Clinging to her eagerly she inadver- tently made study of her life.
 This girl painted little water color sketches of somewhat impossible heads with dreamy eyes too close together and red hats. Sometimes she sold these little pictures, but oftener 1t ap- peared that she did not. She kept house in light way in her studio; and as is the rule in such cases. unless her friends took her out to lunch or din- ner, she lived on air
 She was not without certain charm. Very courteous, with hoarsely musi cal voice in which there lurked consid- erable fascination unless heard too continuously, fortunately for Judith she was bent upon being agreeable, upon starting the western girl off in a society way-if the inhabitants of a building of offices and studios can be called y-advantageously as possible by introducing her as her friend.
 Going the rounds with her she last of all introduced her to Gilbert, an- other artist of male persuasion.
 So far as appearances went he was rather a superior artist. His studio was furnished in fashion bordering upon elegance, in black oak, the screens and draperies in green to match the canvas with which the walls were covered
 As matter of fact, Judging casual ly, Judith was almost led to believe that he made money. Either that or he had developed skill bordering upon the marvellous in the way of bor- rowing it.
 People were never so entertaining to her as upon the occasion of talking about the most interesting possible thing to themselves; but before she had been, with him ten minutes she had to acknowledge that Gilbert over did 1t. He was so deeply. SD aston ishingly and profoundly interested in himself the wonder of it was to her that he found time to paint.
 And greater wonder that he could have the heart to waste a moment of that precious time on other people
 And yet 1t seemed that he found sew eral moments to waste upon Louisn Once. twice. thrice even he paused in hts subdaed monotone relative to his ca- reer artistic, past, present and to come. embracing semi-occasional and brief allusiors to various and sundry art editors for whom he had worked, for whom he was engaged in working, and for whom he expected at some future date to work, to point out the merits of his own masterpieces and show her how it was done.
 When finally they tore themselves away-he had not half finished his bi- ography, but Judith determined it should wait-and landed safely in the hall Louise clasped ecstatic hands to- gether and raised her eyes ceilingward.
 Isn't he lovely?" she cried. Love ly!7
 Lovely enough assented Judith, ''but there is one serious objection to him.
 "What?' sharply.
 s'He is too unselfish He is wrapped up in the outside world to the exc!u- sion of himself"
 "What?" again.
 Unhappily Louise did not always un- derstand.
 "It is my lunch time" explained Jul dith twill you come out with me?'
 No" refused Louise, with her po- l litely elastic smile, T will have my lunch in my studio.'
 Judith suppressed groan at the l thought of those lunches of hers. A wafer and a glass of water. A cracker ! and cup of tea. Worse! One day ] she had found her lunching on burnt i potatoes.
 A week later she drifted into Judith's studio, not hilariously as was custom ary with her. but in a depressed way as If crushed by something.
 Judith looked up from her drawing and back again
 Why aren't you laughing?" sht asked her. Ordinarily she laughed.
 Judith was homesick enough. Some @s.,o 1, foJv