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Traffic End of an Artists’ Model.

Two years ago Elise Kemmier, then eighteen years old, was a waitress at a restaurant in the students' quarter in Berlin. She was not pretty. She was freckled, square shouldered, and dumpy. She was so plain that she did not oven get the usual caresses and love pats which the German waitresses almost invariably got from every man they serve. She had, however, one beauty of form—her arms. They were large, white, and exquisitely moulded. A young artist noticed them one day as Elise, with her sleeves rolled up, brought him his beer and roast goose. From that day on Elise was probably more sought after by young men than any other waitress in Berlin, As a model Elise made double and treble the money that she had earned as a waitress. She spent it all upon her person and became immoderately vain. By means of a bit of lacing, a free use of cosmetics, and a lot of new gowns, she made herself over into a very attractive young woman. She had lovers by the dozen. Hardly an evening passed for the next two years but that she drank wine with an artist or student in a fine Berlin restaurant, or sat beside him in some second-class theatre. A few weeks ago Elise bad an engagement to sit for the young artist who discovered her. She went to his room, and prepared to reveal the beautiful arms which ho had wished to paint. He told her, however, that she need not take the trouble. He had found a woman with more finely-moulded arms than hers. She threw herself on the floor and wept. He tossed her some money to comfort her. She threw it back to him, and hurried of! home. There she locked herself in her rooms. For two days she refused admittance to everyone and ate nothing. On the morning of the third day her landlady was attracted to her bedroom by groans. On the bed lay Elise in convulsions. She confessed that she had poisoned herself, but begged the landlady not to summon a doctor, as she wished to die. A physician who was called in considered her incurable. She was sent to the Charit<s Hospital, where she died two days later.

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Traffic End of an Artists’ Model., Evening Star, Issue 8030, 5 October 1889

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Traffic End of an Artists’ Model. Evening Star, Issue 8030, 5 October 1889