Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1909-11-23
THE MODEL At
vIVON'S ATELIER.
An Incident That Ended In Her
Leaving the Sky Parlor.
BY IzoLA l. FoRRgsreRl-.

The model at Vivon's had tainted.
1t was in the middle OF the morning
( sitting, the very apex of intensity in
/ the lesson. Little Yiv0D moved lightly
/ and restlessiy here aud 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 glanc-
| ed from the charcoal studies to the
slim white figure on the platform.
The sunlight poured full into the
| long, bare atelier Suddenly the model
swayed ever so slightly and sank to
the floor.
Some of the girls gave quick, fright
ened cries. and Jean Laurier glanced
up with smothered 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.
Il was such young head. The loose,
warm tinted hair lay softly against his
| shoulder. and he noticed for the first
rime how thin the small. piquant face
was.
vivon hoped excitedly the length Of
the room and waved bis small plump
hands for order.
at is nothing" he said. "She is
fatigued it is so warm. Can you carry
her. NJ. CraneY"
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 Vivon
from the atelier 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 scrawled a 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" Vivon nodded to a
corner divan in the inner studio neap-
ed high with pillows. sketches and cos
TUNES. Crane Tuthlpssly pushed the
latter off with his foot to make room
for his burden. He laid her down gen
tly and held to her lips the glass q
| u,ator Nivop hrOuuht
"lt is just faintnpsss yes| asked
Vivon anXiousy
Crane stared thoughtfully at the
white face among the pillows. lie had
been hungry once back in the first
days of the battle The little home in
| era wfordSville had sent him out 70
the great city of his dreams and only
long aftprward had the fight been bis
own He thought he recognized the
look that comes to those who are
tracked by the wolf.
~ think that she's just about starv-
ed" be said buntly. Get some wine
or something"
VivOD obeyPd. The American had a
way that made men obey.
who is she?" asked Crane whpp he
had managed to get few drops Of
wine between the pale lips
"One of Ribaut's models" VivOn an
swered nervously. The sounds from
The atelier were not conducive 10 peace
Of mind. Yes, she was new one. Ri
haut had sent her to him yesterday.
and he had engaged her for the pOise.
he grace. the turn of the head. that
line from the tip Of the ear to the
slope Of the shoulder. She did not pose
for the life classes. merely for drapery
and the poiSe effective. And the name
it was in his notebook.
He took IL out and read from the
latest entries:
Virginia Wade"
"AmericanT' asked Crane, using
more wine as he saw a Gutter of the
eyelids
But. yes" ViVOn shrugged his shout
ders. when they come over and are
poor they must do something. Some
are so proud they hide away and
starve. and some put up the grand
light"
Where does she liVe?"
Crane glanced up. The little artist
had gone back to the atelier as fresh
crash sounded. with Yvettes peal OF
laughter ringing above it.
When the girls eyelids opened he
smiled down at her in a friendly fash
ion.
Feel bettPrY"
II guess So" She hesitated aud add
Ell, with scared look In her dark blue
eyes. Did faint In IhereY'
"Oh, yes: that was nothing. Lots
do" Laurier had said the American
had reduced cheerful lying to an art
Its so hot there in the mornings, you
know"
There was a CULVER of hopeless dis
appointment around the curves OF her