The San Francisco call., 1913-09-05
KIT ELEM! Helen! Helen Curtis."
l Helen turned in almost
\ frightened hewiIderment To

III Helen turned in almost
IA frightened bewilderment. To
hear ones name called in a familiar
/ voice on street in Paris.
Then through the crowd of hurry
ing Frenchmen rushed young
woman. who caught her eagerly by
the arm
"Oh, knew it was your excitedly.
"Why-why, Marion Berkleyw STAN
mered Helen.
| The next few minutes were spent in
breathless torrent OF questions.
What are you doing in Paris? How
long have you been here? Where are
you staying?
Well, we can't stand here in the
| street. laughed Helen. Lets go
| somewhere for tea-where VIE can
really talk"
Come to my studio. I've got the
| quaintest. dearest old studio in the
Latin quarter. You must see it! Come,
that bus will take u.s.
The next moment they wore on the
| top of the bus, laughing md talking
with the eagerness and abandonment
of their boarding school days.
/ When they graduated Marion had
come to Paris to study art, but 1t had
never occurred to Helen that she
would be here still. 1t was wonderful
to see her again.
Have you forgotten about our old
ambition--how you were to write a
great novel and I was to illustrate it?
So you gave up your career to marry
| Warren Curtis?'
1T wasn't much of career"
laughed Helen, "since / hadn't written
anything but school essays"
But they always took the prize. so
we thought you were destined to be a
great Lady Authoress.' Remember
how you used to write my essays
while I did your algebra"
Yes, and that awful examination
in which I failed because / couldn't
work a sign problem
| Here's where we get Off" inter-
rupted Marion, when they reached the
upper end of the Boulevard st.
Michel.
A REAL STUDIO
Around the corner into cobble-
stoned back street, and Marion opened
a high boarded gate to quaint old
garden. Helen followed her filled with
the joy of adventure. To see a real
! studio in the Latin quarter-and,
l
The garden was charming tangle
of unkempt vines and shrubbery which
| almost hid the broken statuary and
| the moss grown basin of an old fount-
ain.
| A well worn path led back to a
| rickety old mansion now given over
to studios. Up three flights of dark
winding stairway. and Marion un-
locked a door on which was tackled
| her card
Helen gave an exclamation of de-
| light as they entered big barnlike
skylighted room. 1t was real studio.
the kind one reads about In the
novels of the Latin quarter The
place was Uttered with unfinished
/ sketches, casts, curious bits OF old
brass. pottery and armor-
II suppose you'd like to get a dust
cloth and tidy up" laughed Marion.
But It's In the atmosphere over here
you get so you can't work when
things are straight
"Oh. but it's wonderful. And you
have some really fine old pieces
STOPPING to examine an old carved
chest, for Helen was always interest
ed In antique furniture.
Bought that in a little curio shop
for francs. We students never have
any money, so we learn to pick up
things for almost nothing"
! lust look around-Ill be back in a
minute as she caught UP small
pitcher and ran out bareheaded.
! Left alone, Helen gazed wonder
/ ingly around the studio 1t was
plainly the living room. sleeping room
and workroom In one. An old leather
screen partitioned off one corner.
The heavy beams of the roof were
bare, and besides the skylight there
was only one window which looked
! out on the tangled garden. In spite
of the dust and confusion Helen felt
| the charm of the place 1t was
strangely quiet and peaceful, for In
the shut in garden, down this little
back street, not sound of the city
was heard.
! Marion came in now, breathless
from her run up the steps, with a
pitcher of cream and bulging brown
/ paper bag from some nearby shop.
Remember our stolen midnight
suppers at schoolr' as she cleared the
! 70 hIa ~ pafnt bruGheR and drawings