The Washington times., 1921-12-31
BY Arthur Stringer,
WelLKnown Author and Novelist Of
Countrywide Reputation.

Countrywide Reputation.
"HEN Storrow turned to animals.
essaying a figure or two which
gave him much personal salts
faction. but eventually confirmed
Angeles prediction that they would
never sell like the nude. SO he went
back to the nudes, turning them
out with a blithe bitterness Of
heart born of the memory that he
was prostituting a gift which had
once seemed sacred to him.
In this spirit. half of mockery
half of shamelessness, he created
that poignant little study known TO
the world as 1.-The Tired Model" the
crouching and lean-ribbed figure,
too pensively youthful and human
ever to offend by its nakedness,
which was later to smile down from
half a million bookshelves and plate
rails and whatnots. And Angelo, see
ing that the work was good, pre-
pared his molds and mixed his
plaster and tinted the finished casts,
persuaded that a new era was over
taking his business.
This promise of trebled trade
seemed in no way to interest Stor-
row. He worked and lived like a
man in dream. He ate meals of
spaghetti and sour wine, with a
praised pullet on Sundays. He sat
,trance-like at a table where half
dozen excited Sicilians argued frenz-
iedly and endlessly as to condiments
and Caruso and lemon shipments
from Palmero. He ate unknown
dishes savory with garlic, and
smoked rat-tail stogies handed forth
by unknown companions.
For holiday he occasionally
went with Angelo and a comrade
Neopolitan in an extremely dirty
motor-launch down the bay, where
they fished for cells and Lafayettes,
kicking home sun-burned and tired
with the incoming tide. Once, too,
he Joined his new friends in an ex-
cursion to Coney Island. where he
moved about with constraint and
finally purchased from dispenser
of holiday souvenirs a small basket
of woven sweet-grass. From the
aromatic fibers of this basket he was
able to extract a quick but keen con-
ISOLATION, for the heavy fragrance Of
sweet grass had never failed to carry
him back. at a bound, to the roads
and hillsides Of his native province.
But all the time, during that out
ing he watched midway and street
crowd and bathing beaches with APP
prehension, secretly dreading that
some friend Of his old world might
chance to confront him with startled
and accusatory eyes.
That emissary from his old
world, in fact, came to him much
more abruptly and Overwhelmingly
than he had counted on. He came
a week later, in the form of Mod
rynski himself, who made his way
creakingly and wheezingly down
Dellazio's narrow stairway and con-
ironted Storrow as the latter stood
at the iron sink washing up after
his mornings work.
81 salute you, SIR" said Mod.
rynski with his stately yet half
satiric bow. And Storrow, without
speaking, stood staring at his enemy
of other days. 1t seemed very
long time ago, since they had faced
each other.
And | must further inquire"
continued Modrynski as he took
parcel wrapped in tissue paper from
under his capped coat, eff this hap.
pens to be your work."
Storrow saw the .tremulous old
fingers tear away the folds of tissue
paper, revealing one of Angeles
freshly minted casts of THE Tired
Model"
1T is" acknowledged Storrow.
II thought so." said the older
man. moving his head slowly from