Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-04-27

up the stairs with her husband (dear old
thiEg) and her old friend, W. 81. Lippln-
colt. She is on great wave Of success and
popularity since her Browning readings, and
she seems to be growing younger and hand
somer every day. OF course they make a
straight line for Lippincott's landscape in
the East gallery. On the way they stumble
over E. C. Stedman who is circulating
around with his usual nimbleness,
knowing everybody, talking to every
body and all the time. He can
talk more to the square minute and better
for the quantity than any man in New
York, and he is always on tap. Some peo-
pie have to be still to look at pictures, but
he doesn't. I don't believe that he'd be
still at concert, but he'd come away and
tell about it SO beautifully that you'd be
convinced he heard twice as much as you
did, though you listened all the time. And
probably you'd be right.
AN INTERESTING COUPLE.
There comes Mr. and Mrs. Frederick
Freer. Do you see her resemblance to the
chief nun in Freer's picture of ''fhe Sis
ters?" 1t is really quite portrait. The
title could be taken two ways. for the little
girl in the picture is Mrs. Freer's sure
enough little sister, and, next to his wife,
Freer's favorite model. Why doesn't he ever
paint his son and heir, Frederick
dler know because see him taking the
air every day in front of the Tenth street
studio building. I hear Freer is soon going
to make an exhibition of all his pictures,
sketches and drawings, then sell everything
unreservedly at auction and afterward be-
take himself to Chicago, which, by the way,
Is his native place.
As stood under Chase's portrait Of W.
c. LeGendre at the reception, I heard one
man standing near by say to another:
"That is SO exactly the way lie Gendre
straddles around the club, that I start up
to ask him to take a drink, involuntarily,
every time see it.
The last person I saw that I knew by
sight as lett the reception was Carmencita,
the Spanish dancer, just going in. She is
being toasted about the studios so much,
that what with that and having her portrait
painted by Sargent, she has developed quite
an interest in art. She was very prettily
dressed, with dark jacket and walking
hat, but she was much made up under
dotted veil. They say she always, is and
that that is the only disreputable thing
about her.
THE VIEWERS ON SUNDAY.
The first Sunday after the academy is
opened is apt to see few choice spirits wan
dering around there that are not apt to be
visible at other times. These are artists who
are big enough to have ordinary rules sus-
pended for them, and who like publicity so
little that they prefer this way of seeing the
exhibition to even the family gathering on
Vanishing Day. Chief among these are
George Inness and John La Fargo.
La Fargo has a beautiful show all his
own going on now, but he takes an interest
always in the state of the academy, even
when he thinks that state pretty bad. He
likes to go around and look at the pictures
when there is nobody by to ask him what he
thinks of them. He is not pic
turesque in his dress like most
of the Academicians of his day
and generation, but is always az correctly
good form as bank president. He looks
like nice mixture of bank president, poet
and college professor. Inness still looks
the Western man he is, and when he speaks
you'd know his origin, whether he looked it
or not PORTIA.