South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1914-12-03
THEIR MARRIEDLIFE
by MABEL HERBERT URNER
Helen meets an old school friend
and has tea In her Latin
quarter studio.

Helen, Helen, Helen Curtis"
Helen turned in almost frightened
bewilderment. To hear ones name
called in a familiar voice on q street
in Paris.
Then through the crowd of hurry
irE Frcnchmeu rushed % young wO-
man who caught her eagerly by the
arm.
"Oh. I knew it was you," excitedly.
why, why, Marion Berkeley
stammered Helen.
The next few minutes were spent in
a breathless torrent Of questions.
What are YOU doing i'm Paris2 How
long have you been here? Where are
you staying
Well, we can't stand here on the
street laughed Helen Let's go
somewhere for tea-where we can
really talk
Come To my studio. I've got the
quaintest, dearest old studio i'm the
Latin quarter You must see it!
Come that bus will take usr'
rhe next moment they were on top
az the bus, laughing and talking with
the eagerness and abandonment of
their boarding school days.
When they graduated. Marion had
come 10 Paris TO study art, but it had
never occurred 10 Helen that she
would be here still. IL was wonder
fui 20 see her again.
Have you forgotten about our old
ambitiOn-hOw YOU were TO write a
great novel and / was % illustrate it?
SO you gave up your career TO marry
Warren Curtis?"
1T wasn't much of career"
laughed Helen, since I hadn't writ
ten anything but school essays
But they always took the prize, so
we thought you were destined 10 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 1 failed because / couldn't
work a single problem"
Here's where we get off. inter
rupted Marion, when they reached
the upper end of the Boulevard st.
Michael
4 Real Studio
Around the corner into a cobble-
stoned back street and Marion open
ed q high boarded gate 10 a quaint
old garden. Helen followed her fill
cd with the great JOY of adventure.
To see real studio In the Latin quar-
tier-and above all, MariOn's studiOL
The garden was a charming tangle
OF unkempt vines and hrubbery
which almost hid the broken statuary
and the moss-grown basin OF an old
fountain.
A well worn path led back to
rickety old mansion now given over to
studios Up three flights of a dark
winding stairway, and Marion unlock
ed a door on which was tackled her
card
Helen gave an exclamation of de-
light as they entered q big barn-like
skylighted room. 1T was a real studio
the kind one reads about in the novels
nf I lr-fa ,To
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
cneSt Tor Helen was always interest
ei in antique furniture
Bought that in a little curiO shop
Tor five francs We students never
have any money SO we learn to pick
MP things for almost nothing"
Just look around-Tll be back in
e minute as she caught up a small
pitcher and ran out bareheaded.
Left alone Helen gazed wondering
Is around the studio. 1t was plainly
'tAN NV MS q NNiils oiCtNluE room ana
worlroom in one. An old leather
screen partitioned off one corner.
The heavy beams of the roof were
bare 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 % the place 1t was strangely |
quiet and peaceful, for in the shut-in /
garden, down this little back street. .
not a sound of the city was heard
Marion came i'm now. breathIess
from her run up the steps. with a /
pitcher of cream and bulging brown /
paper bag from some nearby shop. /
cleared the table of paint brushes and |
drawings and brought out the tea
cups and an alcohol lamp.
\ Delightful Tea.
The bag held some delicious French /
pastry. and a tiny pot of cream cheese. /
Helen wondered If. since the nights 4
of the stolen sUppers. she had ever !
eolesed anything as she did this inn |
promptu tea.
Marion told of her first three years