Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1897-04-19

with the gray coat. He had heard every
word
The directors wife, flushed and tri-
umphant, energies from side door and
resumes her seat, unfortunately also
her hat, and the view Of the stage is cut
off.
docs the director paint2" she asks.
Then, before he can answer, Sometimes
they don't, you know"
'No, I suppose he sometimes doesn't, :"
he says, with sidelong glance from un-
der his lashes.
ooh, you know what I mean. know
of one art museum director who never
painted stroke in his life," she says,
while the wonderful green and yellow
moonbeams fall across the stage on
Leighton's Summer Moon"
Then there is little farce, reprint
from life, Of domestic infelicity, in
which all the actors do what they ought
not to do and leave undone what they
ought to do, and there is no sense in it.
The curtain man, as usual, drops the
curtain in the middle of the act and
raises it while the actors are staging
themselves.
"Shall we go up and look at the art
exhibition" she asks when 1t is over.
ooh, I suppose one is expected to, "
he says, with the air Of modern Job.
They join the throng up the winding
stair, past the big painting Of ever and
ever SO many chickens wading up a
muddy slope to their dinner while the
wind blows their tails all to one side,
past bronzes and marbles of handsome
Apollos, winged Psyches and armless
Venuses, while some one inquiries Sc
riously: why will they be SO careless
with their statuary? ! don't believe ]
ever saw Venus that hadn't one or
both her arms broken offp'
Now head in charcoal attracts her
attention. She steps back to get a better
view of it, comes into painful contact
with the patent leather toe Of some
body's foot, and, turning to beg pardon,
meets the eyes of the young man Of the
gray coat and black mustache uncon-
sciously. She let's one glove slip down to
the floor. He stoops, picks it up and
puts it into his pocket. Then he walks
away with an air of tantalizing uncon-
Germ. She looks about for her companion
and finds him suspiciously near to a
correct little panama sailor, above a
mass of bronze colored hair. The other
young man is at her side. Presently the
scarlet lips hazard the question: "But
where is the line, Archie? You told me
your pictures were to be on the line. -
II have half mind to write her
one," he mutters under his breath as he
comes up to where she is attentively ex-
aiming pen and ink sketch.
''Oome, let us get out Of this crush, "
he says, with the air Of a man who has
suffered bitter disappointment. Here
is an escape to the stairway" and he
leads the way out
As they take their places in the Car
some one sits down behind them, and
they thump along in silence.
Suddenly the lights go out, and the
car stops. In the darkness something
family touches her cheek. The lights
are on in moment, and she casts an in
dignant glance at her moody companion.
How dare you and right here in the
car, too!'' she says Indignantly.
"Why, what have II don't under
stand. What, has that fellow dared?"
They turn just in time to catch a
glimpse Of gray coat vanishing through
the doorway
They are very silent the rest Of the
way home. Mary Mccall in Philadel-
mia Times.