The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1884-10-19

do your gentle best, aud III tip you handsome
ly.' That's the whole racket, and 1T works like a
charm every time"
The fooler of the BARRIERS was Lord Mande-
vile, who has just returned to England after
several years Of not altogether becoming conduct
as an exhibit of English aristocracy in America,
and the other was William K. Vanderbilt, son
of William H., a liberal patron of the turf, and
foremost among our Anglomaniacs. However,
he does not ape the demeanor or dress of the
Briton. He is rather a clerical-looking young
man, with black side whiskers closely cropped,
and usually wears a double-b breasted coat but
toned up to the cravat. His imitation of En-
glish things lies principally in fox-chasing, hunt
breakfasting, and the indulgence of his wife In
extreme London usages. He bears a facial re-
semblance to his father.
ARTISTS AND GIRL PHOTOGRAPHERS.
There is at present no more conspicuous splurg-
er among women of New York than Mile. Yeldo,
who came from France and brought some
French audacity along. She is young, but al
most ugly in visage, though she doesn't lack in
vivacity of expression. She dresses in the loud
est of styles, which fashion, by the utmost
stretching, can be made to cover. She is here,
there and everywhere, in places where money
alone will command admissions; she lives IN
splendor at one of the c~ostliest of hotels; she
drives horses not from a livery stable, and in
other ways she shows the possession of a full
purse. She is a sculDtress. Although her work
amounts to nothing as art, she has arrested at
tention by treating the old subject OF 81 An
thongs temptation. Most artists have been con
tent to leave the beset man in successful re-
sistance, however trying the ordeal to which
they have subjected him. Not so the giddy
Yeldo. Her temptress is a volUptuous Parlslan,
with ogling eyes and tongue thrust out; and the
saint is put into a posture of yielding. This
wonderful work, considering that the author Is a
woman, is on public exhibition.
The girl who has opened shop as photographer
must not be overlooked. She says that she used
to serve behind the counter in the reception
room of the concern of which she is now the
mistress. She is q wife, but that is in the
nature of a secret, so far as her professional
reputation is concerned. She agrees with the
actresses in thinking that maidens are more
taking to the public than matrons. Herhusband
formerly did the aiming of the camera at the
customers, who were so few that the establish
ment bankrupted its proprietor, who offered to
sell it to his two employees at a low price. Inc
husband said it would be of no use to buy. But
the wife had ascertained, somehow or other,
that she was pretty; also, that prettiness has a
bewitching effect on mankind, and her sugges-
ton was to purchase the gallery, put her hus-
band in her place behind the counter, and her
self in his at the camera. Need L add that the
business has been brisk ever since the changer
You have an excellent face for photograph
ing" she casually remarks to the unreasonable
young man, as she beamingly scrutinizes his
possibly frightful phiz. ''Some countenanceS
are so inexpensive, don't you know, that its dis
couraging to try to do anything will them"
Then she seats him in a chair, literally after
the manner of the ordinary photographer, but
with everything rapturously idealized. Her
garments are not frayed and blotched, but neat
and becoming; and the scent of her is not acid,
but geranium. She does not grip the subject by
the shoulders and rudely distort him into a pose,
but the gentle touch of her soft hands e%lectrify
him, and he would stand on his head at her
slightest intimation that such an attitude would
be good. She covers her fair head with the
cloth, squlnts at him through the camera; and
he delightedly sees her tiny, inverted
image in the lens. Il is not
necessary for her to c%onjure him to assume a
pleasant expression. His visage is already
illumined by the i~nsensate half grin of the con
scious masher. And finally, at the juncture
where the male operator slides up a card on a
pole and says, Fix your eyes on that" she turns
her own face towards him and suave demurely
remarks, please look at me and don't stir.
Did l say that she never reveals her state OF
matrimony while professionally engaged Well,
qualify that with hardly ever. If the sitter is
not disposed to become a getter- out, when the
necessity of his presence is over, she quiet
casually remarks, my husband, in the office,
will let you know when the pictures will be
ready" NAPoLIS.