The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1914-05-06
Married Life
the Fourth Year
By MABEL HERBERT uRnER.

BY MABEL HERBERT URNER.
Helen! Helen! Helen Curtis!
Helen turned in almost frightened
bewilGerment. To hear ones name
,alled in familiar voice on street
in Paris!
ine.. through the crowd of hurryfng
Ffenchmen rushed young woman
who caught her eagerly by the arm.
''Oh, | KNEW in was you! excited
~.
''Why--why, Marion Berkeley" STAN
mered Helen.
The next few minutes were spent
in GREATNESS torrent of questions.
What are you doing in ParisSs How
long have you been here's Where
are you stayingss
Well. we can't stand here on the
street. laughed Helen. Lets go
somewhere for tea-where we can
really talk"
Come to my studio! l have got the
Quaintest, dearest old studio in the
Latin quarter. You must see it!
Come, this bus will take us!''
The next moment they were on top
OF the bus, laughing and talking with
the eagerness and abandonment OF
their boarding school days.
"hSh tuOS M0lloh Acu
Gene to Paris to study art, but ii
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 l was to illustrate it;
So you gave up your career to marry
Warren Curtis?"
1T wasn't much of career,
laughed Helen, since l hadn't writer
anything but school essays"
But they always took the prize
so we thought you were destined tt
be a great Lady Authoress.' Re
member how you used to write my es
says while l did your algebra?'
Yes, and thatawful examination ir
which failed because l couldn't worl
single problem?"
Here is where we get off" inter
rupted Marion, when they reached
the upper end of the Boulevard st
Michael.
a REAL STUDIO.
Around the corner into a cobble
stoned back street, and Marion opened
high boarded gate to a quaint ole
garden. Helen followed her, filled
with the JOY of adventure. To see ;
real studio in the Latin quarter-ant
above all, Marions studio
The garden was a charming tanglt
of unkempt vines and shrubber,
which almost hid the broken staturar,
and the moss-grown basin of an ole
fountain.
A well-worn path led back to ;
rickety old mansion now given ove
to studios. Up three fights of ;
dark, winding stairway, and Marion
unlocked a door on which was tackeC
her card.
Helen gave an exclamation of de
lightas they entered big, barn-like
skylighted room. 1t was a real studio
the kind one reads about in the novels
Of the Latin quarter, The place wa:
Uttered with unfinished sketches
casts. curious bits of old brass, pot
terry and armor.
Il suppose you would would like t.
-et dustcloth md 'tidp up" laughed
Marion. But it is in the atmosphere
over here--you get so you can't worl
when things are straight"
'Oh, but it is wonderful! And 20,
have some really fine old pieces,
stopping to examine an old carved
chest. for Helen was always interested
in antique furniture.
Bought that in a little curio shol
for five francs. We students neve
have any money, so we larn to pick VI
things for almost nothing.
"Pust look around--I will be back il
minute as she caught up a small
pitcher and ran out bareheaded.
Left alone, Helen gazed wonderingl.
around the studio. 1t was plainly tn
living room. sleeping room and work
room in enc. An old leather screel
!,"rtii ioned eff one corner.
The heavy beams of the roof wer
hare, and besides the skylight Their
was only one window which looke'
ut on the tangled garden. In spit
e the dust and confusion, Helen fel
the charm of the place. 1t wa
strangely quiet and peaceful. for in tn
ehut-in garden, down this little BAG
street, not a sound of the city wa
heard
Marion came in now, breathles
from her run up the steps, with
pitcher of cream and a bullying brow
paper bag, from some nearby shop.
Remember our stolen midnight SUI
pers at SCHOOL," as she cleared tn
table of paint brushes and drawings
and brought out the tea cups and a
alcohol lamp.
DELIGHTFUL TEA.
The bag held some delicious FrenC
pastry. and a tiny pot of cream cheese
Helen wondered if, since the night
of the stolen suppers. she had enjoye
anything as she did this imprompt
tea
Marion told of her first three year
of study and the last four of work
trying to make for herself place i
the art world here.
Il suppose the chances of success
would be better anywhere else mus
ngly, "for there are so many worker
here-so many that are talented. b,
have grown to love this life. Their