Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-01-26

CTS in glory of scar
 let apparel Inside, however, as it was not yet luncheon time, the rooms were but moderately filled. It was possible to see the pictures, to appreciate the spring dresses, and to single out a friend even across the long gallery. The usual people were there; acade,nicians of the old school from Kensington and the regions of cul-, ture," and R. As coming from more northerly and provincial neigh borhoods where art lives a little deso-. lately and barely, in want of the graces and adornings with which ''culture' professes to provide her. There were politicians still capable-as it was only the first week of May of throwing some zest into their amuse- ments. There were nrt critics who, accus- toned as they were by profession to take their art in large and rapid draughts, had yet been unable to content themselves with the one meager day allowed by the academy for the examination of somc 500 works, and were now eking out their notes of the day before by few supplementary jottings taken ill the intervals of conversation with their lady friends. There were the great dealers, betraying in look md gait their pro found, yet modest, conciousness that upon them rested the foundations of tho artistic order, and that if, in superficial conception of things, the star of an acadenlician differs from that of the man who buys his pictures in glory, the truly philosophical mind assesses matters differently. And, most important Of all, there were the women, old and young, some in the fuI freshness of spring cottons, as If the east wind outside were not mocking the efforts of the May sun, and others still wrapped in furs, which showed juster senso of the caprices of the English climate Among them one might distinguish the usual shades and species; the familiar country cousin, gathering material for the over awing of such of her neighbors as were un- able to dip themselves every year in the stream of London; the women folk of the artist world. presenting greater varieties of type than the women of any other class can boast; and lastly, a sprinkling of the women of what calls itself ''London society,"" as well dressed, as well hammered, and as we'll provided with acquaintance as is the custom of their kind.
 In one of the further rooms, moro scantily peopled as yet than the rest, tall, thin man was strolling listlessly from picture to pic ture, making every now and then nasty ref erences to his catalogue, but in general eye ing all he saw with the look of one in whom familiarity with the sight before him had bred weariness. if not contempt. He was handsome man, with broad brow and a pleasant gentleness of expression. The eyes were fine and thoughtful, and there was O combination of intellectual force with great delicacy of line in the contour of the head and face which was particularly attractive, especially to women of the more cultivated and impressionable sort. His thin, grayish hair was rather long-not of that pronounced length which inevitably challenges tho de- cision of the bystander as to whether the wearer be fool or poet. but still long enough to fall little carelessly round tho head and so take off from the spruce, conventional effect of the owners irreproacha ble dress and general London air.
 Mir. Eustace Kendal-to give the person we have been describing his name-was not apparently ill a good temper with his sur roundings. ue was standing with dissat- isfed expression before Venetian scene drawn by brilliant member of a group of English artists settled on foreign soil and trained in foreign methods.
 'eNot co good as last year. ,n he was remark ing to himself. "Vulgar drawing, vulgar composition, nasty work everywhere It is success spoils all these men-success and tho amount of money there is going. The man who painted this didn't get any pleasure out of 1t. But it's the same all round. It is money and luxury and the struggle to live which are driving us all on and killing the dA 11se l@tuISl Joy HI HIS WOTk. Ana pres ently, as that odd little Frenchman said to me last year, we shall have dropped irretriev- ably into the lowest depth of mediocrity'" ' "Kendal!" said an eager voice close to his ear, while hand was laid on his arm, "do you know that girl7
 Kendall turned in astonishment and saw . short oldish man, In whom be recognized famous artist, standing by, his keen, mobile face wearing an expression of strong interest md inquiry.
 "What girl2" he asked, with q smile, shak- ing his questioner by tho hand.
 "That girl in black, standing by Orchard sons picture. Why, you must know her by sight! It's Miss Brether:on, the actress Did &N@@y@1 @1MnElE MEMS MS1|GX9ka6 t[Ez6af|!].|E| |112 Iy,