The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1919-01-04
MARRIED LIFE


pitcher Of cream and bulging brown
paper bag from one OF the nearby
shops.
Remember our stolen midnight
Isuppers at schoolT, as she cleared the
table Of paint brushes and drawings
and brought out the tea cups and an
alcohol lamp.
A Delightful Tea.
The bag held some delicious French
pastry. and a tiny pot OF cream cheese.
Helen wondered II, since the nights OF
the stolen suppers. she had ever en-
Joyed anything as she did this Inn
promptu tea.
Marion told her Of her first three
years Of study and the last four OF
worls-trying to make herself place
In the world Of art here.
Il suppose the chances OF success
would be better anywhere else, she
! said, musingly. for there are so many
workers here-so many that are tai
ented. But I've grown to love this
life. There've been times when I was
hungry, yet last year refused good
post as art teacher in a girls school
in Boston. I'd rather struggle along
here hoping for the big success" with
wistful smile, that may never
Gomez
But surely you're got dependent on
| your work." asked Helen anxiously.
Il thought your father left a great
deal OF property"
/, TT was all mortgaged. After every
thing was paid off there was only a
| few thousand dollars and that's gone
long ago. For the last four years I've
lived on what I've made. Occasionally
sell a picture and for few weeks
I live gloriousIy well. The rest of the
| time I 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 of
tomorrow. If you have money you
spend it-if you haven't you borrow
from some fellow artist who has-or
do without. You sees whimsically,
how 1t simplifies life?''
But when you grow older. when
| your not so young and strong 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
I'VE only think of painting the great
picture of the year-wfnning the
Academy prize. Most of us never will
but we all have the joy of dreaming"
There wasa moments silence. Then,
as If to change to more cheerful
thoughts. Marion went on hurriedly:
An Invitation.
81 want to take you to dinner some
levening to Mime. Jouven's, a cheap
restaurant here in the Quarter. You'll
find it crowded with art students and
you'll see what jolly, care-free Bo-
hemians we are
ooh. 1 should love to go. I have
heard so much about these places"
I'm give you the address now"
scrfbbling on a slip. torn from the
brown paper bag. Come any eve
| ming that you and Warren feel in the
mood-you'n almost always find me
art students. When we have money
| we pay her. When we havent-she
credits us on her friendly slate"
It wish you were here in the win
ter-the long winter evenings at Mime.
Jouven's are so wonderful" musfngly.
I'VE furnish our own cabaret-sfng.
dance and recite until almost mid
night. Then we go to some studio and
have supper. II anyone has just sold
a picture or received 6. check from
home--we have feast. II not, we
have just as much fun ON a green
salade and q few bottles of vim
ordinaire. Wait, I'll show you sketch
OF a Studio supper
She drew out acnvas from a pile
/! leaning against the wall.
There, It 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
| Heeln was far from being. an art
critic but instantly she felt the at
tmosphere of thi spicture. The great
gloomy studio, the shadowy corners
and the uncertain candlelight which
lit UP the faces OF those gathered
around the midnight supper.
i eyes. it isn't bad" unused Marion, in
response to Helen's enthusiasm Il
must finish that. But there are so
that type has to be remarkable to get
anw recognition. Do you like this?''
drawing another street scene of a
push cart market. ct isn't finished
either. but I think the coloring's very
good"
| She brought out more canvases-
most of them unfinished. but all with
a certain interest and atmosphere.
Helen was so absorbed that 1t was
almost six before she realized it.
What II Warren should get back to
the hotel first and be worried?
Helen Hurries.
| Marion, bareheaded, took her down
the street, made her promise to bring
Warren to Mime. Jouven's some eve
mig that week. put her on the bus,
and stood waving he "a goodbye from
| the corner.
| Hoy young Marion seemed, was
Helen's strongest impression. How
tcare-free.how full of the joy of liv-
/ ing. Although they were the same
age, Helen felt curiously older. as
though her life was half lived, while