The San Francisco call., 1913-09-05

and brought out the tea cups ana an
alcohol lamp.
A DELIGHTFUL TEA
The bag held some delicious French
pastry and a tiny pot of cream cheese.
Helen wondered If, since the nights
Of the stolen supperS, she had ever
enjoyed 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 for herself a place In
the art world here.
II suppose the chances of success
would be better anywhere else," mus
ingly, for there are so many workers
here-so many that are talented. But
I've grown to love this life. There've
been times when I've been hungry. yet
last winter / refused a good post as
art teacher in a girls school in Bos-
ton I'd rather struggle along here
hoping for the big success with a
wistful smile, that may never come =
But surely you're not dependent on
your work?" asked Helen anxiously.
II thought your father left great
deal of property"
"It was all mortgaged. After every
thing was paid off there was only
few thousand dollars, and that's gone
long ago. For the last four years
i've lived on what I've made. Occa-
sionally I sell picture and for
few weeks I live gloriously we'll. The
rest OF the time | 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 or
tomorrow. II you have money you
spend tiff you haven't, you borrow
from some fellow artist who has
or do without. You see.' whimsically,
how it simplifies life.'
But when you grow older-when
you're not so strong and young and
hopeful? Shouldn't you try, Marion,
to save something now?"
Nobody saves in the Latin quar-
ter-you can't When you've got a
few extra francs you lend them to
some poor devil to keep him in his
studio. Nobody thinks of getting old
we only think 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 a moments silence.
Then, as though to change to more
cheerful thoughts. Marion went on
hurriedly:
AN INVITATION
Il want to take you to dinner some
evening TO Nine. Jouven's, cheap
restaurant here in the Quarter. You'll
find it crowded with art students, and
you'll see what jolly, carefree Bo-
hemians we are"
"Oh, should love to go! I've heard
so much about those places"
'Ill give you the address now
scribbling on a slip torn from the
brown paper bag. Come any even
ing that you and Warren feel in the
mood--youll almost always find me
there. Nine. Jouven is friend to all
the art students. When we have
money-we pay her. When we
havent-she credits US on her friend
ly slate"
II wish you were here in the winter
the long winter evenings at Jou-
vens are so wonderful, musingly.
I'VE furnish our own cabaret-dance
sing, recite. until almost midnight
Then we all go to some one studio
and have supper. II any one has just
sold a picture or received a check
from home-we have feast. II not,
we have just as much fun on green
salad and a few bottles of vfn-or-
dinaire. Wait, I'll show you sketch
of studio supper"
She drew out a canvas from pile
leaning against the wall.
There: 1t isn't finished-but you
can get the spirit. It's supposed to
be Craig Stilton's studio-a party We
had there last winter
Helen was far from being an art
critic. but instantly she felt the at
mosphere of this picture. The great,
gloomy studio. the shadowy corners,
and the uncertain candle light which
lit up the faces of those gathered
around the midnight supper.
Yes, it isn't bad" mused Marion.
in response to Helen's enthusiasm. II
must finish that. But there're so many
pictures of studio life-one of that
type has to be remarkable to get
any recognition. Do you like this ?"
drawing out another street scene of
a push cart market. 1T isn't finished
either. but 1 think the coloring's
good"
She brought out more canvases-
most of them unfinished, but all with
certain interest and atmosphere.