Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1905-1919, 1918-05-06
The Woman Who Changed
CBv JANE PHELPSD
The Studio Luncheon.
CHAPTER LIX


What treat 1t was to roam about
Merten's fascinating studio. with ne
ehe-tu find fault because | was too
enthusiastic, or because | didn't stop
to consider every word and action
He showed us n lovely breezy.
out-of doors thing he was doing.
also II portrait of n society woman.
How do you like ~" he asked
as stood before the easel on which
the latter picture was placed.
Some OF 1t is lovely. Her skin.
her dress, her hair. are exquisite"
l replied. But somehow ! don't like
her face. l am trying to find out
why She IL rather handsome, so
IT isn't that You don't mind. do
your"
Mind l am delighted to have n
perfectly frank critic You see peo-
pie fiattor the artist. usually by
flattering his work, whether they
like 1t or not"
Il know what II is!' / exclaimed.
Her tace is cold. almost hard. She
lookSfes If she didn't havs--any
soul. ~Please don't think me horrld
to say such thing" Just then
Merton's man brought in the
luncheon. so he didn't answer for
moment. Evelyn came over and
stood by me, and said laughingly:
Helen is right. There is no soul
In that picture"
Tho Artist IL Pleased.
That's Just my own criticism,
mesdames," Merton said. joining us
while the table was being arranged.
And when ! paint her with visible
soul, n isn't she. You see she is 40
cold, so--if you call II that-so soul
less. that in attempting 20 depict
ho~as having one, all resemblance
to the subject is gone. Her very
personality Is In her lack OF what
you call soul She has been such a
stlckler for form; so afraid TO show
any emotion that would look like
interest, or line her face, that sho
IS more like society autumaton
than anything else, hut see Henry
is getting impatient lie ls afraid
his creamed chicken viii be cold"
"Creamcd chicken! How | love
~ This Is delicious" Evelyn en-
Unused
The studio Apartment Is Explored.
My, how seriousn Evelyn
laughed. but | said nothing. was
thinking over what he had said.
NOW that Henry hasn't anything
NOR, for US, would you like to SEQ
nay bachelor digginEs2' Merton
asked aF we finished our coffee.
surely We are having a won
jorful time, aren't we, Helen ?"
Evelyn queried, looking as con- ,
tented rs possible
Indeed we are" I replied, MS we
arose and followed our host.
lie showed us. first. his kitchen.
The daintlest cleanest place pos
sihlc. Henry was tidyiug up. him
self az spotless as the kitchen.
- have had the idea that artists
were careless. both In their appear
urco lnl IN their household arrange !
wcuts' ! said. But | never shall !
think so again.
81 couldn't be untidy II | wanted !
to, Henry wouldn't allow IT,"
The bedroom was as Immaculate |
as the kitchen. A mans room in
every particular Severe with no |
useless trifles scattered about. hut
the room was big ana had three |
large windows A comfortable room |
which 1 thought was, somcway, more I,
rcstful than our claborateiy fur. |
nished2 sleeping rooms
The little room whore we had |
IuDched was his breakfast room. ." |
he told us. lie nearly always dined |
out Then, the big studio with it's |
wonderful tapestries, its finished and |
unfinished pictures, its quaint bric- |
q hrac and hron2es picked up on his |
travels, which interested me most
of all
rromorrow -- New Thoughts and |
Ideas)
Copyright 1918, George Matthew Adams |