The herald., 1898-12-18

fell at the prospect Of so short sitting.
| Things turned out more fortunately for me
than then feared and he gave me seven sit-
tings instead of only one.
1.-The prince would drive down to my stu
dio in the morning in his private hanson
unaccompanied and always smoking ci-
gar. Hetis great lover Of music and has a
quick eye for costumes and generally comes
back between acts at Covent garden to speak
to Mrs. Eames Story when she sings. But
his life is one of such constant occupation
that even the time during the sittings at my
studio was utilized in arranging details with
General Clarke relating to the wedding of
his daughter, Princess Maude.
"'By the way he said to me one morn
ing, shall you see the wedding? No, sir,
replied. | have dislike to crowds and l
spoke of the masses likely to clog the route
of the procession. But mean to send you
an invitation, he said. The invitation came,
and had a fine view. The next time the
prince came he asked Immediately, Were
you at the wedding? didn't see you.'
THAT is exactly the point with him. He
is the most Thoughtful and simple of men,
but for all that there is always sustained
the recollection that he is the Prince OF
w dleS. Ii SOIuc nave lOI SOttSH tHlS law
they have never repeated the experiment.
81 painted him in the robes of the chancel-
lor of the University of Wales. The robes
are of black damask embroidered heavily
with gold and with great deal of gold lace
on the short sleeves. The only color was the
blue ribbon of the Order of the Garter,
which he wore across his breast.
another interesting sitter was Mrs.
Humphrey Ward. 1t was just after her
first great success and her husband, who
was the don of my old college at Oxford,
asked me to come over from Paris to paint
her portrait. They had taken place,
Hampden house, for the summer. She is
a most interesting woman and has strong
face.
Zone day found bit of paper pinned
at the front of the canvas, and it had these
lines on it-but really you had best not
print them 1t would seem conceited.
"But they must be printed-they are too
good to lose. They run:
My wife has this inscription DER her por-
tai:
One story made her famous one immortal
Il painted the portrait of Cardinal How
ard, who is now dead, for his relative, the
| LUKE ol NOllOlh.
1T is a mistake to suppose that the robes
of a cardinal are scarlet; they are more Of
rose He wore the usual lace robe over
the rose and a cape OF the same color. l
asked him whether might not break the
expanse of the cape, and whether he had
not a collar or chain he might wear over
it. He smiled quietly and said: We'll, l
might wear the chain of a cardinal vicar.
but that would be rather an anticipation
/ prevailed upon him to do SO, and before
the portrait was finished his appointment
was announced.
He had been life guardsman. and the
stride of the soldier showed under his
robes, and to see him march up the aisle
OF st. Peters in Rome was an imposing
sight"
Mr.. Story during the year will set up his
studio in many lands. Until the end of the
opera season in New York, which closes in
the early spring, he will paint in that city.
London will follow. Then will come a So
jouln in Italy, on the borders OF the forest
OF Vallombroso, of which Story, the elder,
and so many distinguished men before him
have written, and finally, in the autumn, in
Paris, in the Place des Etats Unis, studio
that is strongly attractive TO artistic Ameri-
cans, and after all, the most satisfactory
scene of his activity.