Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1922-03-15
The artists Model


DAND knew that Carl Randolph
~ was unhappy with his wife. 1t
wasn't that he had ever said anything
definite, but unconsciously Carl gave
away the fact in n number of ways.
For one thing, he disliked working in
the little back room with his things all
crowded about him. and because he did
not 20 to business and worked at home,
Lucy did not take his profession at all
seriously, and never thought Of beins
considerate of him in any way.
1t was the same with Judy. She still
thought that Rand was crazy, that he
had been out of his mind to leave a safe
business for the precariousness Of an
artists life.
This beauty that he talked about so
incesantly. What did it signify? The
things that mattered were practical
things, that Rand thought little or moth.
ing about, and there wasn't day that
passed that Judy didn't remind him of
the fact.
As yet Rand had not tried, to sell any
Of his things. and in consequence they
were eating into their capital in order
to live. They paid hundred and twen-
ty-five dollars for their apartment, a
rent that to Judy was terrific, and
things cost so much more in New York
than they had in Lynbrook Junction,
that 1t cost great deal to eat.
July insisted upon cooking all their
,,,na1s mud go11nn, thof Rand
could persuade her to 20 out anywhere
to dinner.
He wanted to get out. he needed to
zee people, to make observations, to
watch life. Instead. he was chained to
the apartment, and for the most part to
wife who had no confidence in him.
who looked upon him as an impracti-
cal dreamer.
One morning as Rand was seated at
his easel working on u picture the bell
rang. Judy came out of the kitchen to
answer it. and moment later was fac
ing q remarkably pretty girl across the
threshold.
''Is this Mr.. Carlylc's studio?' she
asked smilingly.
"Ycs, it is" Judy returned shortly.
eyes"
81 wondered If he needed a model,
the art institute sent me down.
Judy was speechless win, rage. She
had sudden mad impulse to slam the
door in the girls face. but at that mo-
ment Rand, who had risen from his
easel, came to the door.
Come in, won't you? I'm working
on something now, and l need model
badly
Even in the midst of the rage that
suddenly engulfed her Judy was con
scious Of the fact that Rand was merely
professional in his manner toward the
girl. but she did not want TO admit 1t.
She had her own idea Of what an artist S
model was. and nothing could change it.
And yet at that moment she was help
less to do anything. 1t would avail her
nothing to make a scene, and she was
forced to step aside while the girl came
into the studio and sat down opposite to
Rand.
Judy closed the door and stood there
uncertainty. She wanted to stay and
listen to the conversation, and yet she
was aware Of the fact that Rand was
with his talk with this girl as though
1t were something that did not concern
his wife. She could not stand there
forever. listening and looking at them,
when no attention was paid to her, and
she was forced to withdraw to the kitch.
enctte, 'where she had been busy when
the bell rang.
When she looked out into tho studio
Il few minutes later the girl had removed
her outer things, and was seated in n
chair with some drapery thrown over
one shoulder. Rand was busily ut work
at the easel.
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