The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1913-03-16

Lips that curve deliciously vividly car.
mine, hiding Hogarths four line OF beauty:
challenging, imperious, TENDER eyes that are
tender, tawny, shadowy, tigerish, one moment
the eyes OF Artemis OF the Arcadians and
the next those of the broodng Juno of the
Romans, sometimes dangerously alert, some
times indolentiy museful, quiescently sorrow
tul yet opaescent always, with dormant and
dangerous fires; hair that is golden. heavy.
luxurlant, like that OF Homer's Helen; neck
like the daughter Of DIANA supple, full
throated. towerlike; brow rather low and
broad, not unlike Venus of Milo. with the
coldness OF the classic profile, endeared and
humanzed by womanish dimple; tall in
truth, tall as daughter of the gods. tall
enough to have delighted one of those old
Greeks who left their broken dreams OF
beauty in the Parthenon of the Athenian
Acropolis tempestuouS, subdued, a1ectionate
tyrannical, loving. homogeneous. inscrutable-
the last strange gift of the gods-a lovely
woman!"
:, SO ne wrote Of her, and OF course she married
hlm What woman would not wed man who
oeciared himself upon such platform as that?
They were married and lived happily. for
year or two; might have lived happily ever after.
But Mr. Stringer would write. Their first quarrel
occurred because OF line she discovered in his
manuscript She had glanced at 1t to zee that
nothlng was amss in her lords spelling or pune.
tuation when she encountered this:
ugly women make the best matches. The
= beauty attracts the sort OF man who marries
actresses or show girls, the kind who likes
TO display his matrimonial spoils'
MY dear" reports of that first quarrel have
~ hie' oIinBer SAID, looking at him with ewes
that were "tawny. shadowy tigerish, the ewes
OF Artemis of the Arcadians" whom have you
quoted here?"
me author, looking up from the pipe insepar.
apie from his work, responded, ""From your lord
and master, my dear"
But In your apostrophe OF me- written before
our marriage, you declared lovely woman Is the
last great gift OF the gods. Which do you mean ?"
II must be said, unromantic climax to their WOO
Ing that 1t was, that the poet first chuckled then
setting into big chair by the fire. fell into an
indifferent but loud slumber
Mrs Stringer played emotional role pass.
Ing from tears to rage Could her sleeping spouse
nave seen her he would have acknowledged that
ne wrote the truth when he said her eyes are
LIE; ger Isl. But brief is the storm in early mar
ried life, and Mrs. Stringer forgot, or seemed
TO forget No woman does forget
Like most poets Arthur Stringer could make
love as though he were born to it. And he did
II Mrs Stringer asked the feminine and wifely
question DO you still love me?" he would answer.
Il Will adore you until the last drop of blood has
passed from my heart" or In phrase equally
poetical and impossible
Yet there would stare at his wife from page
of magazine in article signed nv her Jieea
the traitorous sentiment:
NO woman should plume herself on
poets love. To him she Is merely the KEY
that unlocks his imagination"
With finger on the telltale page and tawnv
eyes flashing, the authors wife would saw. "Do
you mean this?" And he, elusive one. Would 70.
ply with smile designed to be engaging: "Daar
est, does not man always mean what he
wrtes?"
"Theh he doesn't mean what he says?" she
would demand. Again she received the unsatis.
tying response OF chuckle followed by snore
When she wore handsome new Paris crea-
tionp he would say: "My darling, love YOU