The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1919-01-04
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"why. why, Marion Berkeley" sai
Helen.
The next few minutes were spen
in a GREATNESS torrent of questions
What are you doing in Paris? How
long have you been here? Where are
you staying?
well we can't stand here on the
street." laughted Helen. Lets go
somewhere for tea-where we can
really talk.
"Cone to my studio. I've got the
quaintest, dearest old studio in the
Latin Quarter. You must see it. Come
that bus will take u.s.
The next moment they were on top
of the bus, laughing and talking with
the eagerness and abandonment of
their boarding school days.
When they graduated, Marion had
come to Paris to study art, but 1t had
never occurred to Helen that she
would be here still It was wonderful
to see her again.
"Have you forgotten about our old
ambition-how you were to write a
great novel and I was to illustrate it?
So you gave up your career to marry
Warren Curtis?"
cit wasn't much OF a career" laugh
ed Helen, "since hadn't written any
thing but school essays"
"But they always took the prize, so
we thought you were destined to be
a great lady authoress.' Remember
how you used to write my essays
while I did your albebra?"
Here's where we get off," inter
rupted Marion, when they reached the
upper end of the Boulevard st
Michael
R>~I Q$udin
Around the corner into a cobble-
stoned back street, and Marion opened
a high boarded gate to a quaint old
garden Helen followed her filled
with the great joy of adventure. To
see a real studio in the Latin Quarter
and above all, Marion's studio.
The garden was a charming tangle
Of unkempt vines and shrubbery,
which almost hid the broken statuary
and the grown basin Of an old
fountain.
A well worn path led back to a
rickety old mansion now given over to
studios. Up three flights Of dark
winding stairway. and Marion un1ock<
ed a. door on which was tackled her
card.
Helen gave an exclamation Of de-
light as they entered a big barn-1ilSe
studio, the kind reans about in the
novels Of the Latin Quarter. The
place was Uttered with unfinished
sketches, casts. curious bits Of old
brass, pottery and armor.
81 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
chest, for Helen was always inter-
ested in antique furniture.
Bought that in a little curio shop
for five francs. We students never
have any money SO we learn to pick up
things for almost nothing.
'Just look around-In be back in a
minute as she caught up a small
pitcher and ar nout bareheaded
Left alone Helen gazed wonderingly
around the studio. It was plainly the
living room. sleeping room and work
room In one. An old leather screen
partitioned off one corner.
The heavy beams OF the roof were
bare and besides the slxyIight there
was only one window which looked out
on the tangled garden. In spite of
the dust and confusion. Helen felt the
charm of the place It was strangely
quiet and peaceful. for In the shut-in
garden, down this littel back street,
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