New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1893-10-29
OUT OF STEP.
PORTRAIT PAINTING.
,yr,o,t, 1893: Be The Tribune Association.

Copuyjolt 1898: Be The Tribune Association
salome had been three times to sit for her
portrait but it had happened shat her husband
had not been able to accompany her until this
fourth visit as he had been called away on
business which had detained him more than
Il week
II was never difficult of late for Salome to
kill tine even though Moore were away HOW
could time lag since, Wherever he was, moore
love was hers? She would write at odd moments
every day to him, and the writing brought hi'
near She wrote thousand nothings ana sh'
unoonsciously infused into these ncthingS Sc
much Of herself and her love that Moore reac
ing these letters hundreds of miles away fell
his heart glow with a happiness that was yet
new enough and perfect enough to seem utterly
mvsterious-to seem, indeed. as if it were a
miraculous gift from heaven.
Perfect? Well since these two were human
there must be some flaw. But the young man
was thus far able to thrus. from him the greater
mart of the time eny remembrance OF nav.
Occasionally he would think that he must bear
with Salomes faults as she would nave 10 peai
with his. And when he thought thus the after
thought would invariably present itself: th'
deer longing that it might have been aln'os'
anv other falling He often recalled MIS-
C.errv,s assertion that truth was the foundation
of everything"
At such times as the body wrihes in pain
so Moore's soul would wrihe. Still he was
Young. and profoundly in love, and he had grea'
faith nearly always in his power to influence
Salome.
On tho morning of his return his MIND was
very far from nsgivings of any kind Saione
was not expecting him until the evenings she
was lust starting for Mrs. Bradfords stuuio' an"
she only waited for her husband to make him
to- Journey,
n,ieht accompany her. Then the two set 1orth
The March winds swept fercely over the com
mon and people hurried with bent heads
and red faces. Saomes furs rose high anou'
bcr neck. and framed her head as in picture
Tho clear glow of her eyes was beautiful TO see
Looking into those eyes one would say the owner
of them must be an incarnation OF truth
been ayav" she was saying as they reached
"rvc been dreaming and dreaming stree you've
Rovlston-st and were little sheltered from l -
wind land always the same dream; that is al
r,oet tho same 1t wasn't bad dream, only
somehow | became so tired OF it, and wanted
Won In tell me il didn't mean anything. had
a o~cat mind TO tell it to Mrs. Bradford but l
didn't quite dare and then when she gets ina,
pa,ette on her thumb I'm not really sure that
she Will hear me If do say anything
.Oh. is she like that" asked Moore, who did
not think much of the dream. and who had
thought curiousy of Mrs. Bradford.
you need not say like that III such tone"
was the retort. What DO YOU mean
Il mean l hope she is something nor"
than niacire that can paint, said Moore.
..Now do you really suppose" in confidential
tome that your artist-woman loves her hus-
band? You see." with laugh, that's my test
shall not approve of her If she is
.sYou lust wait" interrupted Salome. III,
when YOU see her. you think that kind OF
woman would marry without love. why. you
ask her"
NO doubt shall ask her" answered Moore
"and no doubt she will coniide in me. But here
We are"
The two were ushered directly into the little
room in the rear, which was the studio. The
artist was alone, and she came forward to
greet her visitors. She held Salome's hand 4
moment longer than was necessary for mere
greeting; then her glance was given to the tall
figure behind.
$50 Won have brought him" she said TO
Salorne "and have known all along that lie
will be my most arbitrary critic
81 wanted Mr.. Moore to know you said
Salor,e in her happy voice "He says I've been
so vain since you began to paint my portrait
that am quite insuiierable
Moore. g,ancing at the mistress of the studio
as he bowed to her. met her eyes, ana instantly
felt at his best His spirits had been high as
he had walked along gayly brcasting the buff
feting wind with his wife by his side; now they
were higher still lie Immediately CON
scious Of a decided gratitude that his wife should
xrovv such a woman as this. He did not quite
understand why she Seemed to him any more
than a quiet. wellbred woman Win rehhed
and extremely suggestive face.
..I.n, Glad YOU have come. Mr. Moore, said
1rrs Bradford with unaffected warmth. "And
now YOU will tell precisely what you thinR
of this.
As she finished speaking she walked toward
tho easel. Moore followed. having. as he
afterward said. his own ideas as TO wha
women could do at portrait painting.
His face kindled instantly in way ina
Invariably made the face Of any one iookint
Of him kindle also. Mrs. Bradford was cheere(
by his presence. and her smile grew ''''i HUI
intimate and cordial.
ct haa no idea it would be like this" he ex
claimed.
perhaps one reason why people founo MOOT
90 ukahIe was that he let mis- heart speak gu
u,ben his heart held bitterness.
Nrs Bradford flushed with pleasure
.Iske WHAT" she asked Il hope it is Tx
Mrs Moore
Eyes. yes: it is" he answered
1Je Glanced swiftly and radiantly at salome
then back to the canvas
.syvben II Is done. do you know what
am going to call II? 49,
A. the artist put this question 10 moor
-. tool, a brush, touched it to her palette