The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1893-03-03
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York, The fact that Isabelle Urquhart
is now Mrs. Guy Standing does not, to
the casual eye, seem to be an event OF
much importance except to the young
lady and her husband, but to the studio
guild that wedding means the perma-
nent loss OF one Of the most beautiful
models that ever stood beside an easel.
From this statement it is not to be
inferred that the perfectly shaped crea.
ture was a professional poser. No
model in this country could have earned
more money than Isabelle Urquhart,
A great number OF our figure painters
would have been glad to pay her S. an
hour in the studio, but Belle Urquhart
was an artistic, not q mercenary beauty.
She loved art for its own sake, and was
fond OF the society OF artists, She had
had particular friends among the pupils
OF Paris and Munich, and when she was
not rehearsing at the Casino her after
moons were generally passed sitting be-
side somebody's easel watching him
paint, enlivenng his loneliness by
"reminiscences OF the stage or discussing
compositions for new pictures.
She was the author ofssSSMadder
Browns reputation. Brown was witty,
handsome and poor when he finished
his training in Gerome's atelief and re-
turned to New York to make living.
He rented little studio in cheap
building and devoted his brushes to
everything and anything from signs to
campaign banners in order to earn
enough money to pay expenses. His
only tangible possession OF any value
was dress suit, which he put on every
evening before going out 10 dine at q
modest Itplian table d'hote. This OK
travaganco OF garb was demonstrated
against by his chum, Meglip, who had
no dress suit, and who strenuously OBJ.
jected to man eating 50.cent dinner
in the costume OF Delmonico's. But
Mr.. Brown insisted that his fine clothes
in tho evening enabled him to forget
the vicissitudes he had endured during
thelday, and continued to dress us care
fully every afternoon as II he were an
expected guest Of the Vanderbilts.
One night Miss Urquhart, who had
the tastes OF gourmet, as well as the
soul OF an artist, decided to partake OF
the spaghetti, for which this Italian
restaurant was then famed. Accom-
panied by party OF friends, she drove
down to the Sixth avenue place and en-
joyed the dinner. During its progress
che observed among the crowd OF long
haired musicians, seedy authors, and
devil-may.care artists a young gentle-
man attired in an immaculate evening
irauu M hirb uanp,n6 o1,our ,tty - innnu 1rtt.
GUS amid such careless surroundings
Heaven save u.s." she cried laugh
ingly. "He must be the banished earl
Of melo-drama, or an English nobleman
who has lost his way to the Brevoort
HOUSE" +"
"0h," said one Of her friends, "that is
Nader Brown, young painter just
home from Paris. He IL always in even-
ing dress, and they say that he has no
other clothes to wear except an old vel
vet studio suit"
"How delightful" calculated the
young actress, gazing admiringly at him
through her lorgnette. want to know
Madder Brown. He is an oasis in this
Sahara OF garlic Bring him over"
Thereupon the artist was presented to
the celebrated comic opera divinity. He
was a brilliant conversationalist, and
before the coffee was served Isabella
Urquhart and he were firm friends.
She carried him oil in her carriage and
ensconced him in box at the Casino,
Next day the gorgeous creature drove
down to his studio. He hurriedly took
canvas off the easel as she entered and
thrust it behind screen.
"Come, come" the beautiful girl said
imperiously, that won't do. If we
arc going to be friends we must have no
secrets. You saw my work at the
Casino last night. l must see yours to-
day."
Thus adiured the young artist con-
fessed hesitatingly that he was paint
ing design to illustrate the virtues Of
new shoe polish. 1t wasn't art, he
said, but honeeded the money
Money" cried Miss Urquhart, i'm.
pulsively. "Here, l get o big salary
and don't know what to do with 1t.
like you. Let me lend you thousand
and you can pay it back when you get
rich"
Nader Brown was disposed to be In
dignant, but tho actress was sincere in
his kindness, and after moment Of
moody silence he took her hand, kissed
1t, and said gratefully:
well, am hard up, sure enough.
But never borrowed sou from wo-
man in Paris, and can't do it in New
York. Let us be friends without any
question OF money. Some day shall
have better luck and sha'n't have to
paint these things" with which he
kicked the desplsed canvas contemptu-
ously.
"HumphI" remarked the comic opera
beauty, sharply, "you needn't put on
airs, even ii you do put on evening
dress Overy night Look here, Nader
Brown, III tell you what I'll do. lfyou
won't let me lend You money I'll pose
for you. Come, get out canvas, and
Tll give you as manv sitti4gs as you
like. They say" she,added blushingly,
that have a pretty good figure, aud |
really think have. What shall it be Z
A Venus or o Diana2 We'll begin right
now, so as to DO finished in time for
the spring academy.
The action was suited To the word,
aud fifteen minutes labor the enthus ias.
tic young artist was making rapid
charcoal sketch OF tho most perfect form
that ever posed for an Aphrodite. AT 8
o'clock Miss UrQuhart Carried tho artist
off to dine with her. Next morning she
was down ut tho studio again posing.
This programme was kept up for d
month, Until tho pietune was finished.
II made sensation at the academy,
sold Immediately for $4,000. and ostab.
lishod Madden Browns reputation go
firmly that no 10 now ono Of the our
most prosperous painters