Los Angeles herald., 1907-07-21
"GirI with the Fan" Made Paris Gasp
sterllng HelIIg in st. Louis GIobe-Demoernt.

du Palals. How she had her Paris man
sion how she went yachting; of her col
lections; of her Jewels, of her charities
even. Yes, ma am.
Nothing is too good for the delicious
original of 1.-The Girl with the Fan she
is a little queen today in Paris
Good. No one begrudges 1t to her'
Now for the true model of that paint
ing. 80
Abel Faivre. though still quite young,
is sure a disabused man. OF late he has
been putting on style, dressing ike
Boni leading, more or less, the great
life. But he started among the Mont
marte Bohemians, knew hard days. IN
which he grew ferocious, and his car1ca-
lures. bringing now high prices in the
Figaro and other big daily papers, still
reflect the bitterness of the Bohemian.
Well in the time when he was at his
worst, when his hand was against all
men he knew a tender bud that grew on
Montmartre mud.
He never speaks of her
She was, in a vague way, his model
and his friend She was delicate in health,
of an ethereal housed Paris charm, so
timidly beautiful, so graciously tender.
Abel Faivre made many, many sketches
of her some in black and white and some
in color He was not painter. He was
a caricaturist. The sketches were his
works of love. for art-and who Knows
Then, one day, Jeanne disappeared.
Bah" thought Abel to himself m
not blaming little Jeanne Shed surely
be the fool to stay with me. Yesterday
we had no lunch-in order to eat good
dinner Good luck, jeanne"
And he occupied his mind by making a
peculiarly stinging cartoon against men
with money OF course 1t must have been
a man with money.
And as he had his work, his large and
bitter gall, his Montmartre streets TO
moodily take long walks in, he Killed the
time Days followed days. Time passes
for us all.
Yet all the same, one day, when he was
quite cured of that old infatuation, quite
cured, look you, he got out those sketches
in black and white and color and, shut
ting himself in his studio for nine days
with bread and milk, he produced, with
tears in his eyes, hate in his heart, the
masterpiece of the Luxembourg, THE
Girl with the Fan"-he, Abel Faivre, the
cartcaturist!
He sent it to the Salon. Good. The
French state bought 1t for high price.
Good. Abel Faivre was suddenly doubly
famous. Good His cartoons began to
bring high pay from the first journals.
Good. So had he not been so excessively
unhappy so uneasy and so restless he
would have been quite lucky, happy
youth.
You understand, he did not care rap
for Jeanne. He was just embittered be-.
cause luck had come too late.
So, instead of taking his pleasure, he
fled from the snobs who would have cul-
tivated him and began walking the dark
streets again. What doing? Looking,
looking for face he never found.
She's not there!" he at last said, with
a great sigh of relief. 'Ill look in the
high places"
1t did not take long He went among
the snobs. At once, from all sides. he
heard echoes of the beauteous model
Yes, of course, your model. The girl
with the fam Why, sure. Where?
Everywhere. AT all the first nights. All
the smart eXpositions And, particularly,
in the Bois, at $50"
Feverish,y the ferocious, negligent bo-
hemian dressed in clothes from the first
Paris tailor. With fire in his veins he
sailed out at $50 to roll through the
acacias in a smart turnout.
Up and down and back and forth. He
saw Tout-Paris come He mingled in the
splendid pageant. Urder the acacia bios
SONS he was watching, waiting.
She came, the girl with the fan. She
had her fan. She had her great peculiar
hat. with its pumes, it's long streamer
There! There she is-your famous
model"
Abel glared at her intensely. AS she
rolled by in her victoria, he almost stuck
his face into her face.
OF course she did not know him.
OF course, he did rot know her.
THAT heifer, there, my Jeanne? Name
of a -. Come. We can fire the cannon
now!"
They thought that he was drunk. He
was drunk later that day.
Three days passed in hateful phantas-
magoria.
Then Abel Faivre again began his
search.
He searched the smart patisseries, where
young married women take afternoon tea.
He searched the parks, where young
mammas sit readiLg ale nurse prom
enades the baby. He searched the sub
urbs. Neuilly, Auteuil where smart
bourgeoises live retired. He searched the
banlieu. where clerks and employees live
economically.
In vain.
Then he searched the Latin quarter and
the boulevard. He walked the gayly
lighted streets. He sought alway7 FOR
face he never found. Do you know what
it is to seek a face you never find In
Gro IDS? 1t gets upon the nerves
1t was at this time that Faivre did his
cartoons of the second style, more ugly
rasty, hateful, than ever before.
One rainy night-I'll cut 1t short-he
walked in the mud of the Boulevard
Rochechouart Montmartre.
Suddenly poor trailing thing accosted
him. Draggled, wretched, coughing, with
great eyes. All, Abel!
All, poor Jeanne! He took her to him.
He had her elaborately tended. 1t was
too late. 1t was no use. She had seen
too much hardship and too little food
/ the true girl with the fan!