The Washington herald. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1906-1939, 1921-10-16
THE ETERNAL TRIANGLE
TUo GreenIDich Villagers
Find the,NetO Freedom,
Has Its,Lirnitatious.

- AMELIA NELSON ana Patrick Quinn
- said always that theh memories r.
tanned no picture of GDeenwich Village
pened that they made their initial explora-
tons Of the Village on the same day. Pa.
nea had come toGNew York from the Middle
West. landing in the Pennsylvania station
Patrick had come into New York from New
England. landing ut the Grand Central sta
ton. Registering At colossal hotels h the
vicinity. they haa been struck with the idea
Of sealing Gre>zvseh Village nrn. Both knew
the Fifth sysnns bas was ne accepted W.
hicls for the invasion q this promised land.
P1n1ck boarded the bus 1t Forty-second
street; Pameaa dgzaIed to 1t at Thirty second
street Both got seats On the top. Both
pressed the bafton for the bus TO stop eppo-
ate the Brsvoort Both arose from their
seats At the same time. And then-was the
perchanes, . Httls. blind. winged dtmpled,
curly headed. bow and arrowed god perch
himself q moment on the wheel? At any
rate jerk Of the bus threw Pame;.l against
Patrick. They struck each other with Q
force that filed the armament, the atmos-
phere. the street. and inla1d facades OF
Ebounding buildings with stars Pamela
turned red with wrath and Patrick white
with embarrassment
They passed each other constantly In the
next week. And when, . month later, they
met under the most decorous auspices Of the
VillAxe-and nowhere In there more decorum
than in Greenwich VIlage-they exchanged
"reminiscences and impressions. By this
time Pamela was living in the little. dusty.
queer shaped worm eaten garrett Of an old
house situated somewhere In that tangled
neighborhood where Fourth avenue enxaK-
ingly crosses Fourteenth street She was
finding life chock-fun to the brtm with TO
nance She had swallowed the Greenwich
Village philosophy lock. stock, and barrel:
enough not to say when the bourgeois com
mentsd. 20. you live in Greenwich vnlaxsi-
%, but I'm not one Of the Villagers, you
know" Instead she answered, L" o, yes, am
. regular Vnlassr, you know" Nsverthe-
less, she felt that her position As secretary In
the ONCE Of downtown captain Of finance
was a little ineongruoos with her new char
scter. She wished awfully that she was an
artist Of Sons kind. Even the Aims would
have done But she did her best to make
up for the part Of q regular viTlaser She
hobbed her hair, and, the instant she ~
turned to her garnet At night, she donned a
charming srnoek.
IJntovn .fYf,nrnsr~ r,~k{n. ., ..~....,
foray on the Village, noted the little slim
nsure with approval. Her banged brown
hair stopped just short Of her level brown
brows, her straight brown lashes and her
forward gIaneinE blue eyes In the back,
the cropped line Of hair showed . neck a.
Eltm Is a boys. Pamela had artistic aspira-
lions and a little instinct for writing verse,
but real Artistic ability
Patrick. on the other hand, had q touch
Of something very close to Eenius The last
Of line Of clergymen. he was gently born
and gently bred Two unforgettabIe years,
his sixteenth and seventesnth, had been
spent In France-the winters in Paris, one
Then came college, the Great War, France
Isain-out France bloodily broken.
When Patrick was demoeiized he found IT
impossible to take up his snapped-or college
eeurse. Besides. he knew now that he wanted
. paint He came to New York from Boston
With q boxful Of easels, brushes paints: a
'trunkful Of canvases. He found q studio IN
-se Village. roomy but ineonvsnient and
tuEty. which he shared with three nIustra.
MS known to the Village as " the dog artist,
the cowboy artist" and the pretty Ktri
1rtist-" Pstrtck was a striking ugly hand.
some young man. He had moments when he
looked Ike any young EirT's idea Of fneipient
genius. That was when his heavy black hair
jsrksd and tumbled itself about and a great
brown blaze. narinE mp In his eyes, accom-
panied the crackle Of his enthusiasm. Most
Of the time he looked like the silent lean
DARK Yankee that he was
1t was only . little while, however befor~
- Psnela's eyes he bore his incipient xenjua
expect continually
This u not . tale Of thwarted young x,ni,,s
ABILITY has its early successes a. we'll "a II,
early failures. And whether II was that
luck WA with him or that. even with that
touch Of genius. he had developed q streak OF
unexpected Yankee shrewdness. 1 can't say.
AT any rate, Patrick Quinn did not Do the
conventional starving In a garrett act com
mon to stories Of this sort. From the BE-
ginning his work sold. At the outset Of his
career, he introduced new note into maea-
zine cover art. The art editors - Instantly
recognized that note. Patrick lived frusaIly,
hswever. because he was saving his pennies