our, the sculptor and his Juno-like model will stroll back to the
studio, where work will be resumed as long as the light lasts.
[Illustration: A TRUE TYPE]
The painter breakfasting at the next table is hard at work on a
decorative panel for a ceiling. It is already laid out and squared up,
from careful pencil drawings. Two young architects are working for him,
laying out the architectural balustrade, through which one, a month
later, looks up at the allegorical figures painted against the dome of
the blue heavens, as a background. And so the painter swallows his eggs,
mayonnaise, and demi of beer, at a gulp, for he has a model coming at
two, and he must finish this ceiling on time, and ship it, by a fast
liner, to a millionaire, who has built a vault-like structure on the
Hudson, with iron dogs on the lawn. Here this beautiful panel will be
unrolled and installed in the dome of the hard-wood billiard-room, where
its rich, mellow scheme of color will count as naught; and the cupids
and the flesh-tones of the chic little model, who came at two, will
appear jaundiced; and Aunt Maria and Uncle John, and the twins from
Ithaca, will come in after the family Sunday dinner of roast beef and
potatoes and rice pudding and ice-water, and look up into the dome and
agree "it's grand." But the painter does not care, for he has locked up
his studio, and taken his twenty thousand francs and the model--who came
at two--with him to Trouville.
At night you will find a typical crowd of Bohemians at the Closerie des
Lilas, where they sit under a little clump of trees on the sloping dirt
terrace in front. Here you will see the true type of the Quarter. It is
the farthest up the Boulevard St. Michel of any of the cafes, and just
opposite the "Bal Bullier," on the Place de l'Observatoire. The terrace
is crowded with its habitues, for it is out of the way of the stream of
people along the "Boul' Miche." The terrace is quite dark, its only
light coming from the cafe, back of a green hedge, and it is cool there,
too, in summer, with the fresh night air coming from the Luxembourg
Gardens. Below it is the cafe and restaurant de la Rotonde, a very
well-built looking place, with its rounding facade on the corner.
[Illustration: (studio)]
At the entrance of every studio court and apartment, there lives the
concierge in a box of a room generally, containing a huge feather-bed
and furnished with a variety of things left by departing tenants to
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