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Their Married Life
By MABEL HERBERT URNER.
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As It Is for Her Now - -- -- - - - and Used To Be
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(ELEN! Hrien! HELEN CUH
tin!"
Helen turned In almost
frightened bewilderment. To hear
one’s name called In a familiar voice
on a afreet In Paria!
Then through the crowd of hurry
ing Frenchmen rushed a young wom
an who caught her eagerly by the
arm.
"Oh, 1 KNEW It was you!" excit
edly.
“Why—why Marlon Berkley!” stam
mered Helen.
The next few minutes were spent
In a breathless torrent of questions.
"What are you doing In Paris? How
long have you been here? Where are
you staying?
"Well, we can’t stand here on the
street." laughed Helen. "Let’s go
somewhere for tea—where we can
really talk.”
"Come to my studio! I've got the
quaintest, dearest old studio In the
Latin Quarter! You must see It!
Come, that bus will take us!”
The next moment they were on the
top of the bus laughing and talk
ing with the eagerness and aban
don of their boarding school days.
When they graduated, Marion had
come to Pails to study art, but It had
never occurred to Helen that she
would be here still. It was wonderful
to see her again.
"Have you forgotten about our old
ambition—how you were to write a
great novel and I was to illustrate
It? So you gave up your career to
marry Warren Curtis?" _
"It wasn’t much of a career,"
laughed Helen, "since I hadn’t writ
ten anything but school essays "
"But they always took the prise,
so we thought you were destined to
be a great 'Lady Authoress.' Re
member how you used to write my
essays while I did your algebra?"
"Yes and that awful examination
In which I failed because 1 couldn’t
work a single problem?”
’’Here's where we get off," Inter
rupted Marlon, when they reached
the upper end of the Boulevard St.
Michel.
A Real Studio.
Around the corner into a cobble-
atoned back street, and Marion opened
a high boarded gate to a quaint old
garden. Helen followed her filled
with the joy of adventure. To see a
real studio in the Latin Quarter -and
above all. Marion’s studio!
The garden was a charming tang!
of unkempt vines and shrubbery
which almost hid the broken statuer>
and the inoss-grown basin of an old
fountain.
A well-worn path led bark to a
rickety old mansion now given over
to studios. Up three llights of a
dark winding stairway, and Marion
unlocked a door on which was tacked
her card.
Helen gave an exclamation of d<*
light as they entered a big barn-lik*
skylighted room. It was a real stu
dio, the kind one reads about in tin
novels of the Latin Quarter Tin
place was littered with unflnlslu «•
sketches, easts, curious bits of old
brass, pottery' and armor.
"I suppose you’d like to get a dust
cloth and ‘tidy up.’” laughed Marion
“But it’s in the atmosphere over here
—you get so you can’t work when
things are ‘straight.’"
“Oh, but it’s wonderful! Ami you
have some really fine old pieces,’’
stooping to examine an old carved
chest, for Helen was always interest
ed in antique furniture
“Bought that in a little curio shop
for five francs. We students never
have any money, fo we learn to pick
up things for almost nothing.’’
“Just look around—I’ll he back in
a minute.” as she caught up a small
pitcher and ran <>ut bareheaded.
Left alone, Helen gazed wonder-
ingl>' around the studio. It was plain
ly the living room, sleeping room and
workroom in one. An old leather
screen partitioned off one corner.
The heavy beams of the roof were
tare and besides the skylight then
was only’ one window, which looked
out on the tangled garden. In spite
I J"^f the dust and confusion. Helen felt
! Y j ie charm of the place. It w as
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Btrangelv quiet and peaceful, for in
the Hhut-ln garden, down thiH little
back street, no* a sound of the city
w as heard.
Marion came in now’, breathless
from her run up the steps. A’ith a
pitcher of cream and a bulging brown
paper bag from some nearby shop.
“Remember our stolen midnight
suppers at school? ’ as she cleared the
table of paint brushes and drawings,
and brought out the teacups and an
ulcohol lamp.
A Delightful Tea.
The bag held some delicious French
pastry and a tiny i*)t of cream cheese.
Helen wondered if, since the nights
of the stolen suppers, she ever had
enjoyed anything as she did this im
promptu tea.
Marion told of her first three years
"f study and the last four <>f work
trying to make for herself a place In
the art world here.
“I suppose the chances of success
w’ould lx* better anywhere else," mus
ingly, “for there are so many work
ers here—so many that are talented.
But I’ve grown to love this life.
There’ve been times when I’ve been
hungry, yet last winter I refused a
good post as art teacher in a girls’
school in Boston. I’d rather struggle
along here typing for the big suc
cess,’’ with a wistful smile, “that may
never come.”
“But surely you’re not dependent on
your work?" asked Helen, anxiously.
“I thought your father left a great
deal of property."
“It was all mortgaged. After every
thing was paid off there was only a
few thousand dollars, and that’s gon*»
long ago. For the laat four years
I’ve lived on what I’ve made. Occa
sionally I sell a picture and for a few
weeks I live gloriously well. The rest
of the time I do without, but that’s
the life of the Quarter.”
"Hut don’t you ever worry about
the future?"
Marion shrugged her shoulders.
"You learn not to worry over here.
You live for to-day nobody thinks
of to-morrow If you have money
you spend it if you haven’t, you bor
row from some fellow artist who has
—or do without. You see,” whimsi
cally. “how it simplifies life.”
“Rut when you grow older- when
you're not s<» strong and young and
hopeful? Shouldn’t you try, Marion,
to save something now?”
“Nobody saves in the Latin Quar
ter— you can’t. When you've got a
tew extra francs you lend them to
some poor devil to keep him in his
studio. Nobody thinks of getting old
we only think of painting the great
picture of the year—winning the
Academy prize. Most of us never will
but we can all have the joy of
dreaming.”
There was a moment’s silence.
Then, as though to change to more
cheerful thoughts, Marlon went on
hurriedly.
An Invitation.
"I want to take you to dinner soma
avenini; to Mine. Jouven'a, u cheap
restaurant here In the Quarter.
I on 11 And It crowded with art ‘Stu
dents, and you'll see what Jolly, care
free Bohemians we are."
"Oh, I should love to ro! I've
heard so much about those places"
“I'll pive you the address now,"
scribbling on a slip, torn from the
brown paper bag. "Come any even
ing that you and Warren feel In the
mood—you'll almost always find me
there. Mine. Jouven Is a friend to all
the art students. When we have
money—we pay her. When we
haven’t -she credits us on her friend
ly slate."
“I wish you were here In the win
ter— the long winter evenings at Jou-
ven’s are so wonderful," musingly,
"We furnish our own cahnret dance,
sing, recite until almost midnight.
Then we all go to some one studio
and have supper. If any one has
Just sold a picture or received a check
from home -we have a feast. If not.
we have Just as much fun on a green
salads and a few bottles of vin or
dinaire. Wait, I’ll show you a sketch
of a studio supper."
She drew out a ennvas from a pile
leaning against the wall.
"There! It isn’t finished—but you
can get the spirit. It's supposed to
he t’raig Stilton’s studio ■ a party we
had there last winter."
Helen was far from being an art
critic, but Instantly she felt the at
mosphere if this picture. The great
gloomy studio, the shadowy corners
am! the uncertain candlelight which
lit up the faces of those gathered
around the midnight supper.
"Yes. it Isn’t bad," mused Marion,
In response to Helen’s enthtk?» tsin "I
must finish that. But there nre so
many pictures of studio life—one of
thit type has to be remarkable to
get any recognition Bo you like
this?" drawing out another -a street
scene of a push cart market. "It
isn't finished either, but 1 think the
coloring's good."
She brought out more canvases—.
most of them unfinished, but all with
a certain Interest and atmosphere.
Helen was so absorbed that It w>as
almost n before she realised it. What
if Warren should get back to the ho
tel first and he worried?
1 Helen Hurries.
Marion, bareheaded, took her down
the street, made her promise to bring
Warren to Madame Jouven’s some
evening: that week put her on the bus,
and stood waving her a good-bye
from the corner.
How young Marion seemed, was
Helen's strongest impression. How
care-free—how full of the sheer joy
nf living Although t • \ were the
same age. Helen felt curiouslv older,
as thoueh her life was half lived;
while Marlon’s seemed only begin
ning. with the possibilities of a great
1 success still before her.
Then* are times when every mar
ried woman, however much she mav
love her husband, thinks of the pos
sibilities of some independent career
that might have been hers had she
not married.
And now as Helen left the bus and
walked slowlv toward the hotel. In
the background of her thoughts was
a stirring of vague dreams and am
bitions that had long lain dormant
His Misfortune.
The magistrate had the misfor
tune to be cross-eyed, the result of
which at times was rather amusing.
One day he had three prisoners be
fore* him.
“What’s your name?" he inquired
of th*' one to the left.
“James Patterson." promptly re
plied the man on the right.
The man on the bench turned
round quickly. “I was not address
ing you. sir!” he snapped.
At this the one in the center, quak
ing and trembling with fear, #t&m-
| me red:
"I -I—I never opened my mouth,
1 sirl"
Nell Brinkley Says-
A LITTLE girl was deeply interested in mirrors and mil
linery. She was eight and her legs were .just, long
ing out and she wore little pinafores with blue flow
ers on ’em, tied over her meager little shoulders. She sat on
a gray rock with her little bare, scratched feet hanging
down into the cool sedges close to the stream side.
Her hair was all in black rings around her face. On
top of the black rings was a sailor hat. Its outermost ring
of straw was ripped loose and flipped up and down with a
nonchalance that only a ring of ripped straw on a hat can
show.
Down into the green mystery of the water she looked
sometimes. Here her round pinky face lay smooth, with the
sailor hat above it. A maid and a mirror and millinery 1
A big girl was deeply interested in mirrors and mil
linery. She was twenty-eight and her legs now were very
long and she wore a brocaded blouse with an Elizabethan
ruff over her round, beautiful shoulders.
She sat on a little gilt chair with her satin-clad feet
making their pretty imprint in the green depths of a velvet
carpet.
Her hair was all in black rings around her face. On
top of the black rings was a tulle hat. In the tip-top of its
crown was the charming name of a Paris maker of chapeaux.
On its tip-top was a great butterfly bow poised with half-
folded wings. Into the silver mystery of the mirror she
looked sometimes. Here her slender, lovely face was held—
with the tulle hat above it. A maid and a mirror and mil
linery.
It was the same girl!
CUPID'S PLAY CROP
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
School Children’s Luncheons
Selected by EDWIN MARKHAM
rpHE hyi
j lunch
HE hygienic providing of school
hes is a thing in the front
rank of educational aids. Mrs.
Louise Stevens Bryant, in "School
Feeding,” gives the history and prac
tice of this sensible custom at home
and abroaef. I quote from her open
ing pages:
“More and more are we coming to
understand that education is for life,
and that physical health is essentiil
to full mental and moral development
and effective living. To the extent
that tiie body fails to serve the will,
the will is paralyzed and the best
emotions rendered useless. The ,'S-
tablishment of the physical health has
therefore come to he regarded as a
most important part of education. To
a very large extent health must de
pend on right habits of eating.
“The custom of providing meals for
children at school has. in recent
years, become well established both in
America and Europe. In America the
work was begun first in the high
schools. For several years midday
meals have been provided for high
school children in many of our cities
and larger towns. It is only recently
that the more important task of pro
viding meals for the smaller children
has been attempted.
First in Germany.
"At present, meals are provided In
one or more elementary schools in
nearly half a hundred cities. In
Europe this work was begun earlier
than here—In Germany a century and
a’ quarter ago—and the school lunch
eon is now a part of the daily pro
gram in the elementary schools of
many of the most progressive coun
tries.
"There is little doubt that the
school luncheon idea, now well rooted
in this country, will spread very rap
idly, especially In our cities. In our
large cities and smaller industrial
towns many children come to school
having had little or no breakfast.
Many have eaten their breakfast at
a very early hour, some as early as 5
or 6 o’clock, and so become hungry
and faint before the noon hour. I
have known many school children
whose daily schedule of meals con
sisted of a light breakfast at H or 7
o’clock, a cold dinner bolted at 2 or 3
o ciock, and supper at 6 o’clock.
“Again many parents, instead of
providing a luncheon for their chil
dren at school, give them small
amounts of money with which to buy
food, and which the children spend
for unwholesome and unnutritious
stuff sold at large profits from push
carts and corner stores.
The Main Object.
“The object of the school feeding
movement is to supply such facilities
as will make it possible for every
child to secure an adequate, whole
some noon meal, despite the fact that
he is attending school.
"The first provision of school meals
of which we have record was made in
Munich in 1790, when municipal soup
kitchens were started by Count Rum-
ford as part of his International cam
paign against vagrancy. The kitch
ens were designed to meet the needs
of the people of all ages, and from
the start the schools were encouraged
to send groups of children to them
for a warm meal at noon. This work
was long unorganized but never dis
continued, and in the seventies me
obligation of providing meals was
put upon the school authorities’
From this ancient beginning th*
school feeding movement spread
throughout the German Empire until
now it is national in scope, and about
half of the cities contribute to sup
port wholly or in part school break
fasts or dinners.
Victor Hugo a Pioneer.
"School feeding began in France 1n
1849 The founder of school feeding
in England was Victor Hugo, who,
in the early sixties, provided warm
meals in his own house in Guernsey
for children attending a nearby
school, and so gave the initial im
petus which led to the establishment
in London in 1866 of ‘The Destitute
Children’s Dinner Society.’
"From these early beginnings in
Germany, France and England, the
work of school feeding has spread,
until now, grown beyond the local
issue, it has received national recog
nition and been made the subject of
national legislation in France, Switz
erland, Holland, Great Britain, Den
mark, Sweden. Norway, Finland,
Austria and Belgium. It has also
been started in Spain, Russia and the
United States.
"The movement has attained great
momentum in America in the last
twenty years. The problem confront
ing those who have at heart the wel
fare of American public schools Is
no longer, ‘Shall we have school
luncheon?’ but rather, ‘How may we
Irtlk guide this movement so as to
develop all of its poetical benefits
and at the same time avoid possible
dangers?’ ”
Enjoyed Smoke.
Glbhs—I went on a railway Journey
I he other day and took a box of cigars
with me.
Nibbs—Well, I suppose you had a
good smoke.
Gibbs—Aye, I had that; but when
the train had started I found I had
no matches.
Nibbs—No matches, and yet you en
joyed a good smoke? How did you
manage for a light?
Gibbs—Well, you see, I opened the
box, took out one, and that made the
box a cigar lighter.
Poor Appetite.
The Cleric—Just think, my dear
lady, one missionary to every 15,000
savages!
The Dear Lady—Dearie me! Well,
they must have poor appetites or very
big missionaries!
rxAOURISTS’ guide books give ei-
I plicit directions for those who
wish to go to mountain or sea
shore suitably dressed for a climb or
a swim.
Don’t \\ear thin-soled shoes; don’t
wear long-trained skirts; don’t wear
silk hose; don’t wear garments built
exclusively for show*; don’t wear this
and don’t wear that; page upon page
for the guidance of the girl who is
packing her trunk, and not a warn
ing about a certain little adornment
commonly worn in 6ummer in a most
conspicuous place.
Here is the warning which they
willfully emit: Don't wear your heart j
on your sleeve!
Beware the Moon.
A sole too thin, or a bonnet too |
perishable never returned from a
summer outing showing such irrepar- i
able signs of wear as the heart that
is worn on the sleeve. They may be j
replaced; it can never be. The dam - ■
age to the shot and the bonnet are
forgotten. One seldom entirely re- j
•s from the damage done to one’s j
heart
Few’ things said in the moonlight
are said seriously. A boy, a girl, a
moonlight night with its poetic ac
companiment of silence and solitude;
and Cupid chuckles with Impish glee
He knows a spell has been thrown
over the man which will cause him
to say things he does not mean. He
knows a’so that the moonlight will
make of the most doubting girl the
most credulous. It is a rare setting
for his annual play crop, and he raises
his bow and takes careful aim at the
heart worn so conspicuously, and so
unguarded, on the girl’s sleeve.
A play crop for Cupid, but seldom a
play crop for those who are his vic
tims.
The man. after the manner of hi?
sex. recalls other moonlight nights
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with other pretty girls, on which w’ere
said and done the same things. Repe
tition of the story of love never In
creases Its saersdness, and he has
learned not to take himself too se
riously. He enjoys making love. He
makes it, and he forgets It.
She Is Blind.
The girl, after the manner of her
unfortunate sex, w-ants to love and to
be loved, and is so blinded by this
longing to behold her lover that there
is none but welcome lights in her
eyes, not one little searchlight to seek
out signs of Insincerity.
She hoars and believes, and returns
from her vacation with her heart
singing. She counts the days till that
when he said he would come, and
never learns till she has counted
them off, over and over again, with
her tears, that that w’hich to her wras
seriousness was to him nothing mor«
thar. a season’s nonsense. He never
comes, he never writes, and when she
has waited till she can w^alt no long
er she writes little tear-stained letters
to me.
“What shall I do?" she cries. “1
love him, and his silence is breaking
my heart."
There is nothing she can do save
■wait patiently and quietly for the
healing hand of time. Her heart has
beer, battered, and the next season
she doesn’t wear it so conspicuously
unguarded on her sleeve.
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