Brownsville herald. [volume] (Brownsville, Tex.) 1910-current, 1930-06-13
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Greenwich Village. Stornaway had
thought Of the Cafe Turc, Of his
l0ng-past struggles, and had
brought his host TO what he had
described as New York'S nearest
approach TO the artist life OF Paris.
The rich man looked about him
while he smoked his fat cigar. From
his little eyes no one would have
known what he was thinking
whether he despised these shabby,
lOnghaired, lean-faced youths, these
queer-looking women with their
eyes full OF visions, or whether
there stirred in him some vague
envy of the ardent minds that can
transcend hardship and want. and
can work, suffer, and enjoy IN the
wings Of a great idea.
To the left of Vincent Storm
away and his companion vas a
young woman sitting at a table all
alone. AS other men and women
came IN, nearly ali Of them greeted
her, and some fingered a moment
by her side. "A man now and then
asked her to have some refresh
ment: but nobody sat down at her
table.
She answered all greetings in the
same way, without enthusiasm, as
a matter Of course. She accepted
rofreshment every now and then.
From time to time she smiled a
beautiful smile. like that Of a child.
Bruce Gideon turned with an
interrogation to Stornaway, who,
as it happened, could enlighten
him.
That girl has a remarkable
story" the artist said in q low
vioce. turning toward his COM
panion SO that his words should
not carry. do you think her beau
tiful."
Not exactly" Gideon answered,
"Tco col0rless'.
His voice, kept low in imitation
Of the other mans. was surprisingly
soft-quite at variance with his ap-
pearance. and almost like a
woman's.
"She was considered the most
beautiful girl IN New York some
years ago" the artist continued. He
pointed behind him to the glazed
sketch surmounted by the Grape
decorated wreath. "Chanlery did
this head OF her. She was like a
young Diana then"
Gideon had paid his homage To
the dead masters work as he came
in.
Good LordI" he said. you don't
mean that's the same woman? What
happened to her"
Love, replied Stornaway. she
fell in love with a boy who used
practically TO live here-Alan Stey-
ne. an artist. At least, he was try
ing to be an artist, and starving
meanwhile. III was n Of those
terrific passions. They were in
separable-couldn't breathe apart.
She was working at Willoughby's
art school. She was about 18 at the
tune. and he was a few years older.
She's the daughter Of an English
man. I've forgotten his name-he
died IN Switzerland, climbing-I
can't remember which mountain.
Her mother was dead long before
Gideon turned, and his small eyes
made a quick survey Of the young
woman's fair face.
y thought she didn't quite III
IN here" he said. GO on, Storm
aw1N. This Is most interesting"
"One dav Alan Steyne disappear
ec-just ike that, without a word
Just deserted her. She wasn't the
kind that could stand 1t. 1t wasn't
an ordinary love affair-not on her
part at any rate. She didn't exist
apart from him. and everyone
thought he was equally fond Of her.
7 used to come here quite often
In those days. and / saw a good
deal of them"
What became OF the fellow7'
Gideon asked.
Nobody knows-never heard OF
since. He was clever, but impatient
didn't care about going through
the mill. He's never done anything
IN the art world. or one would
have heard Of him. The girl went
TO pieces-nearly died. you know;
and when she struggled back again
shc was like she Is now"
do you mean she's mad2" asked
the rich man with interest.
mot exactly. Silly. I should say
not quite all there-childish."
"And how does she live?"
Everybody looks after her. as
far as 7 can make out. She's the
-et OF this place. At first she must
have had = little money. She didn't
seem to have any relations. Little
b. little she became the adopted
ch'lds OF the chaps who come here
she never painted since Alan