New Britain herald., 1930-07-25

, cruelest caricaturist with the kindest heart in the world.
 Good shot, Tony" said another man. T wonder who the chap can be-"
 As a matter of fact, Stornaway's Icompanion was Bruce Gideon, & fnancier, whose portrait the artist was painting as present from an insurance company with which Gideon was associated. During the sittings Gideon had shown much interest in the life of artists, and the two men had become friendly to a certain extent.
 Gideon had asked Stornaway to dinner at his apartment on Park avenue, and had expressed a desire to see a real bit of the poorer Greenwich Village. stornaway had thought of the Cafe Turc, of his long-past struggles, and had brought his host to what he had described d as New York's nearest approach to the artist life of Paris. lie ITCH lHdIl ioOheu dOOuL ulHl while he smoked his fat cigar From his little eyes no one would have known what he was thinking whether he despised these shabby, long -haired, lean-faced youths, tt1se 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 on the wings Of a great idea.
 To the left of Vincent stornaway and his companion was a young woman sitting at table all alone. As other men and women came in, nearly all of them greeted her, aId some fingered a moment by her side. A man now and then asked her to have some refreshment; but nobody sat down at her table.
 She answered all greetings in the same way, without enthusiasm, as a matter of course. She accepted re- freshment every now and then. From time to time she smiled beautiful smile. like that of child.
 Bruce Gideon turned with an in- terrosation to Stornaway, who, as it happened, could enlishten him.
 That girl has a remarkable story" the artist said in a low voice, turning toward his compan- tNr. It 1r at carry. Do you think her beautiful?"
 Not exactly" Gideon answered. 'Too colorless."
 His voice, kept low in imitation of the other mans, was surprisingly soft-quite at variance with his appearance, 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 crape- decorated wreath. "Chanlery did this head ot her. She was like a young Diana then"
 Gideon had paid his homage 10 the dead masters work as he came in.
 Good Lordr" he said. You don't mean that's the same woman? What happened to herr"
 Love" replied Stornaway. "she fell in love with boy who used practically to live here-Alan Steyne, an artist. At least, he was trying to be an artist, and starving mean while. It was one of those terrific passions. They were inseparable- couldn't breathe apart. She was working at Willoughby's art school. She was about IS at the time. and he was few years older. She's the daughter of an Enslishman. I've forgotten his name-he died in Switzerland, climbing-I cant re- member 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.
 T thought she didn't quite fit in h&e," he said Go on, Stornaway. This is most interesting"
 One day Alan Steyne disappear ed-just like that. without a word just deserted her. She wasn't the kind that could stand it. It wasn't an ordinary love affair not on he. part, at any rate, She didn't exist apart from him, and everyone thought he was equally fond of her. I used to come here quite often in those days, and I SAW q good deal of them"