El Paso herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1901-1931, 1913-08-20

Helen turned in almost fright
ened bewiIderment To hear
ones name called in familiar voice
I on a street in Parisl
Then through the crowd Of hurry
/ ing Frenchmen rushed a young woman
/ who caught her eagerly by the arm.
/ "Oh. knew it was your excitedly.
I The next few minutes were spent in
/ a breathless torrent of questions. What
are you doing in Paris? How long
have you been here? Where are you
, staying?
'Why-Why, Marion Berkeley" STAN
mered Helen.
well. we can't stand here on the
| street" laughed Helen. Let's go some
where for tea-where we 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 us?'
The next moment they were on the
/ top Of the bus. laughing and talking
I with the eagerness and abandonment
I OF their boarding school days.
I When they graduated, Marion had
I come to Paris to study art, but it had
/ never occurred to Helen that she would
/ be here still 1t was wonderful to see
I 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 a career" laughed
| Helen, since I hadn't written any
! thing but school essays"
| But they always took the prize so
1 We thought you were destined to be
| a great Lady Authoress.' Remember
| how you used to write my essays while
I did your aIgebra?'
Yes, and that awful examination
| IN which 1 failed because 1 couldn't
| work a single problem?
Here's where we get Off" inter
I rupted Marion, when they reached the
| upper end of the boulevard st. Michel
A Real Studio.
Around the corner into a 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 above
| all, Marions studioI
( of unkempt vines and shrubbery which
almost hid the broken statuary and the
moss-groWn basin Of an old fountain.
Helen gave an exclamation of delight
as they entered a big barn like sky
lighted room. 1t was a real studio. the
Kind one reads about in the novels Of
! the Latin Quarter. The place was lit
( tered with unfinished sketches, casts
! curious bits of old brass. pottery and
armor.
81 suppose you'd like to get a dust
cloth and tidy up" laughed Marion
But its in the atmosphere over here
you get so you can't work when things
are Straight"
Helen gazed wonderingly 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
In r. H..
dust and confusion. Helen felt the
charm of the place.
Marion came in with a pitcher of
cream and bullying brown paper bag.
from some nearby shop.
remember our stolen midnight sup
per at SchOOl2 as she cleared the
table Of paint brushes and drawings
and brought out the tea cups and an
alcohol lamp.
A Delightful Tea.
The bag held some delicious French
pastry, and tiny pot of cream cheese.
Helen wondered If. since the night Of
the stolen suppers. she had ever en-
Joyed ANYTHING as she did this i'm
prOmptu tea
Marion told of her first three years
Of study and the last four of work
trying to make herself a place in the
art world here.
But surely you're not dependent on
your work. asked Helen anXiously
I thought your father left a great deal
OF property"
1T was all mortgaged. After every
thing was paid off there was only a
few thousand dollars, and that's gone
long ago. For the last four years I've
lived on what I've made. OCCASIONALLY
l sell picture and for a few weeks I
live glortously we'll The rest of the
time 1 do without, but that's the life
Of the Quarter"
But don't you ever worry about the
future?'
Marion shrugged her shoulders. you
learn not to worry over here. You live
for today-nobody thinks Of tomor-
row. Nobody saves in the Latin Ousr-
Uer-you can't When you've got a few
extra francs you lend them to some
poor devil to keep him in his studio
Nooody thinks of getting Old-we only
mink OF painting the great picture OF
the year-winning the Academy prize
most OF US never will-but we can all |
have the joy Of dreaming"
There was moments silence- Then.
as though to change to more cheerful
thoughts, Marion went on hurriediy.
An Invitation.
1 want to take you to diner some
evening to Nine. JoUven's, a cheap res |
taurant here in the Quarter You'll /
find it crowded with art students. and 1
ians we are"
~oh. should love to go! I've heard
so much about those places"
I'll give you the address now
5crloDIlnS on slip, torn from the
brown paper bag. Come any evening /
LnaI you and Warren feel in the mood /,
you'll almost always find me there /
NINE. JouYen is friend to all the art /
students. When we have money-we |
pay her- When we haven't-she credits
Us on her friendly slate"
she brought out canvasses-rnost OF
-hem unfinished, but all with n certain
interest and atmosphere. Helen was
50 absorbed that IL was almost six he
fore she realized it What IL Warren
should get back to the hotel first and
be worried?
Helen HurrieH
. Marion, bareheaded, took her down
ne street, made her promise to bring
arren to Madame Jouvens some even
ng that week, put her on the bus and
5tood waving her a goodbye from the
mere are times when every married
woman, however much she may love her
husband, thinks Of the possibility of !
'ome Independent career that might
nave been hers, had she not married.
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