Lancaster daily intelligencer. [volume] (Lancaster, Pa.) 1864-1928, 1889-02-23

let apparel Inside,
however, as 1t was not yet luncheon time, the
rooms were but moderately filed. IL was
possible to sec the pictures, to appreciate tho
spring dresses, and to single out friend even
across the long gallery. The usual people
were there; academicians Of the old school
and academicians Of the new; r. A. 3 coming
from Kensington and tho "rcgions Of cul-
turc," nnd II. AS coming from
more northerly and provincial neigh
borhoods where art lives a little desc
lately and barely, In want Of the graces and
adornings with which couture" processes TO
provide her. There wero politicians still
capable--as it was only tho first week Of May
of throwing some zest into their amusc-
ments. There wero art critics who, accus-
toned as they were by profession to tako
their art In large and rapid draughts, Ind
yet been unable to content themselves with
the one meagcr day allowed by the academy
for the examination Of some 500 works, and
were now eking out their notes Of tho day
before by few supplementary jottings
taken In tho intervals Of conversation with
their lady friends. There were the great
dealers, betraying In look and gait their pro-
found, yet modest, consciousness that upon
them rested tho foundations Of the artistic
order, and that IL, In a superficial conception
Of things, the star OF an academiclan differs
from that of the man who buys his pictures
inglory, the truly philosophical mind assesses
matters differently. And, most important
Of all, there were tho women, old and young,
somo in tho full freshness Of spring cottous,
as II tho east wind outside were not mocking
the efforts Of the May sun, and others still
wrapped in furs, which showed juster sense
Of tho caprices Of the English climate
Among them ono might distinguish tho 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 tho
stream Of London; the women folk Of tho
artist world. presenting greater varieties OF
type than tho women Of any other class can
boast; and lastly, sprinkling Of tho women
Of what calls itself "London society,"" as
well dressed, as well hammered, and as well
provided with acquaintance rs is tho custom
Of their kind
In one of tho further rooms, moro scantily
peopled as yet than the rest, a tall, thin man
was strolliny listlessly from picture to pic
ture, making every now and then hasty ref.
erences to his catalogue, but In general eye
ing oil no saw with tho look Of one in whom
familiarity with the sight before him had
bred weariness, II not contempt. He was q
handsome man, with a broad brow and q
pleasant gentleness Of expression. The oycs
were fine and thoughtful, and there was o
combination of intellectual force with great
delicacy oS1ine In the contour Of tho head
and face which was particularly attractive,
especially to women Of tho more cultivated
and imprcssionablo sort. His thin, grayish
hair was rather long--not Of that pronounced
length which inevitably challenges tho do
cision OF the bystander as to whether tho
wearer be fool or poet, but still long enough
to fall little carelessly round the head and
so take of from tho spruce, conventional
effect Of the owners irreproachable dress and
general London air.
Mr. Eustace Kendal-to give the person
We have been describing his name-was not
apparently In a good temper with his sur
roundings. He was standing with dissat-
isfied expression before O Venetian scene
drawn by brilliant member Of q group Of
English artists settled on foreign soil and
trained In foreign methods
''Not 30 good as last year" ho was remark
ing to himself. "Vulgar drawing, vulgar
composition, hasty work everywhere. 1t is
success spoils all these mcn-success and the
amount Of money there is going. The man
who painted this didn't get any pleasure out
of it. But it's tho same all round. It Is
money and luxury and tho struggle to live
which are driving US oil on and killing tho
artists natural Joy in his work. And pres
emily, as that odd little Frenchman said to
me last year, We shall have dropped irretriev-
ably into the lowest depth Of mediocrity'"
''Kendalp said an eager voice close 70 his
ear, while hand was laid on his arm, 'do
you know that girlf'
Kendall turned In astonishment and saw q
short oldsh man, in whom no recognized a
famous artist, standing by, his keen, mobile
face wearing an expression Of strong interest
and inquiry.
"What girlT he asked, with smile, shak.
ing his questioner by tho hand.
"That girl in black, standing by Orchard
sons picture Why, you must know her by
sightl It's Miss Bretherton, the actress. Did