Aberdeen herald. [volume] (Aberdeen, Chehalis County, W.T.) 1886-1917, 1909-11-18
THE MODEL At
V|V0N'S ATEL|ER,
An Incident That Ended In Her
Leaving the Sky ParIor.
BY lola L. FORESTER,
The model at Vivon's had tainted

sitting, the very apex of intensity in
the lesson. Little Nivon moved lightly
and rcstlessly here and there from one
easel to another. his small. black eyes
mere high lights of sparkling eager
ness under their heavy brows. He
smoked his short, thick pipe and glauc-
ed from the charcoal studies to the
slim white figure on the platform.
The sunlight poured full into the
long. bare atelcr Suddenly the model
swayed ever so slightly and sank t.
the floor.
Some of the girls gave quick. fright
ened cries, and Jean Laurier glanced
up with Il smothercd exclamation of
angry dismay over his unfinished
sketch From the first easel to the
right of the platform the American
student. Hal Crane. sprang to the plat
form and raised her head on his arm.
It was such Il young head. The loose,
warm tinted hair lay softly against his
shoulder. and he noticed for the first
time how thin the small. piquant face
was.
Vivon hoped eXcitedly the length of
the room and waved his small plump
hands for order.
ut is nothing" he said. she is
fatigued, it is SO warm. Can you carry
her. NJ. CraneE"
Could he carry her? Crane smiled
grimly as he raised the slender figure
in his arms. Why, his little sister
Bess. back in Charlottesville. Mo-, was
heavier than this He followed Niyon
from the atclier away from the bat
terry of amused. curious eyes to the
artists private den.
MA fol-" laughed petite Yvette, her
eyes narrowing critically. that was
not bad that last | think shall faint.
too and let lie gros Crane waltz me off
in his arms"
Laurier leaned lazily over her shout
der and sgraWlcd rough caricature
on the corner of her paper,
Like that
She boxed his ears soundly and
reached a greedy little hand after the
box of bonbons Elsie Ticot was pass
ing The model was forgotten.
LAY her there" Nivon nodded to
corner diyan in the Tuner studio heap
ed high with pillows sketches and cos
tunes. Crane ruthIessly pushed the
latter off with his foot to make room
for bis burden. He laid her down gen
tly and hold TO her lips the glass Of
water Vivo0 Drought.
ut is just ta.n'nosss. yes:' asked
Viyou anNiou-Y.
Crane stared th9uehtfu'ly ut the
white face amuue the pillows IL had
been hungry once back in the first
DAYS Of the hattie The litue home in
CraWforlsvi'lr lad sent him out TO
the great ci,y of HIS Dreams and only
LONG nftervarl had the fglt been bis
own. liza thou-ht he RECOGNIZED the
look thqt comes 10 those who arc
tracked lv the wolf.
~ triu, that she's lust about starry
ed" he said lunuy. Get some wine
or eomothu-"
Vivon ojuvod. The American had
way that nnle men obey.
"Vlo f. SHOT," asked crane when he
had mauu.pd 10 Get few drops of
wine bctvcpu the pale Inns.
zone ct Ejhaut's models" Ytvon an
svcrpd rervonslv The sounds from
the utrlier wore NOT couducive TO ppace
of mind Ype She vas a npyv one. hi
baut had yout her to him Yesterday.
and Inc hand ouuoucd her for the noise.
the grace t,a turu of the hend that
line from thn fin of the ear 70 the
sloup Of fine eio,lldpr She did NOT nosp
for the life c,assos. merely for draperv
and the poi~c effective And the name
it was in his notebook.
He took if out and read from the
latest entries:
"Vireinia Wade"
"AmericnnY" asked Crane. using
more wine as he saw a autter of the
eyelids.
But, yes" Viyon shrugged his Shout
ders. "\Nhen they come over and are
poor they must do something. Some
are so proud they hide away and
starve. and some nut up the grand
fight"
where does she live?"
Crane glanced I'D The little artist
had gone back to the atelier as fresh