Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1917-03-30
BY Hazel Dale

TIME nearly finished head of Karen
MilSel stood on an easel in the
- studio. 1t was a lovely thing
Jarvis had caught the girls wistful
look and had used it as cloak for
her warm, passionate nature. The
picture was not portrait alone, but
1t might just as well have been, for
Jarvis had made the girl the whole
attraction and the other details he had
subordinated.
Janet would stand before the thing
and just gaze.
Jarvis, isn't she lovely?" she would
exclaim. do you know, boy, you see
so much beauty that L often wonder
how you ever came to marry me.
And Jarvis would look for long
time at the Janet of a hundred mys-
teries, of a hundred beautiful fancies,
Janet the little girl, and Janet the
woman, but Janet never the same.
Jarvis could remember Janet as she
looked when she left him, although
he was painting a model on a canvas.
He could see Janet's arched little
mouth, with it's fire and its softness,
Janet's queer little hats, Janet's slim,
tall figure, with its air of distinction;
Janet's tawny rumpled hair. 1t made
no difference how perfect were the
features of the girl he was using as
model his work was important, but
Janet was his life.
One day right after lunch, Janet
had settled down in the studio for a
couple of hours of hard work. Every
thing was in the mood for thought, so
that it seemed shame that she was
suddenly interrupted by an influx OF
fashionably dressed women, three of
her mothers friends whom she felt in
duty bound to treat cordially.
We'll, here she is, our little Bo-
hemian friend" said one of them
gushingly. Janet smiled at them all,
and took them into the white bed
room to take off their outer things.
The woman who had spoken that way
to her was the one who had laughing
ly discouraged love long ago before
Janet had met Jarvis.
This was the first time that she had
honored them with call, but she had
sent a handsome piece of silver, which
she expected to pay for plenty of cross
questioning and fun from Janet.
1t took some time to show the wo-
men everything, all the lovely things
were source of pride to Janet. but
the guests, who had come partly out
of curiosity, were more interested in
the typewriter, and the easels, and
the model stand. The conventionally
lovely things they had in abundance
themselves, but the atmosphere of
Bohemia was interesting because 1t
gave them a different angle of life.
Were you working?" questioned
Miss Blodgett gaily.
Yes l was doing some work for
my department" Janet returned, "but
1t isn't important"
And this is your husbands work,
my dear?" said Mrs. Hapgood, moth
er of three. from the easel.
Yes, that is some work he is fin
ishing up for a new commission.
Isn't the girl lovely? Jarvis discover
ed her one night coming home from
work, and she is the quaintest, most
adorable creature"
How do you mean he discovered
her?" questioned Miss Blodgett, rails
ing her light eyebrows inquiringly.
why she was the type he was
looking for, and he just spoke to her
and brought her up here"
Janet said this wickedly. She won
dered what Miss Blodgett would think.
she did hope that she might be
| shocked.
How delightfully."- unconventional"
was the remark of that lady. But
should think those things would make
you frightfully jealous. my dear"
"Oh, not at ALL One has to be
broad to be an artists wife," Janet
said quickly. You see his models are
all so beautiful that If 1 started to be
jealous of one I'd have a perfectly
dreadful time"
II have heard of artists wives who