The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1913-03-23


clips that curve dellciously, vividly
NINE hiding Hogarth's four line OF beauty:
challenging, imperious, tender; eyes that are
tender, tawny, shadoWy, t1ger1sh, one moment
the eyes of Artemis of the Arcadians, and
the next those Of the brooding Juno Of the
Romans, sometimes dangerously alert, some
times indolently museful, Quiescently sorrow
full, yet opalescent always with dormant and
dangerous fires; hair that is golden, heavy,
luxuriant, like that of Homer's Helen; neck
like the daughter Of Diana, supple, full
throated, towerike brow rather low and
broad, not unlike Venus Of Milo. with the
coldness Of the classic profile, endeared and
humanized by womanish dimple; tall. in
TRUTH tall as daughter OF the gods tall
enough to have delighted of those old
Greeks who left their broken dreams Of
beauty in the Parthenon of the Athenian
Acropois; tempestuous, subdued, affectionate,
tyrannical, loving, inconsruous, inscrutable-
the last strange gift Of the gods-a lovely
womapi'
SO he wrote Of her. and of course she married
him. What woman would not wed man who
declared himself upon such platform as thatS
They were married and lived happily, for
year 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 It to see that
nothing amiss in her lords spelling pune
tuation when she encountered this:
"Ugly women make the best matches. The
beauty attracts the sort OF man who marries
actresses show girls, the kind who likes
to display his matrimonial spoils."
''My dear" reports OF that first quarrel have
1t, Mrs Stringer said, looking at him with eyes
that were "tawny, shadowy, tlgerish. the eyes
OF Artemis of the Arcadians,' whom have you
quoted here7"
The author looking up from the pipe INSOFAR
able from his work, responded, ""Trom 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?"
It must be said, unromantic climax to their WOO
ing that 1t was that the poet first chucklsd, then,
settling 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
have seen her he would have acknowledged that
he wrote the truth when he said her eyes are
"tgersh." But brief is the storm In early
ried life, and Mrs. Stringer forgot, seemed
to forget No ever does forget
Like most poets Arthur Stringer could make
love as though he were born to 1t. And he did,
II Mrs. Stringer asked the feminine and wifely
question "Do you still love me?" he would answer:
s'I 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 a magazine in an article signed by her iege
the traitorous sentiment:
"No woman should plume herself on
poets love. To him she Is merely the key
that unocks his imagination"
With finger on the telltale page and tawny
ewes flashing the authors wife would say: DO
Won mean this?" And he elusive one, would re-
piy. with smile designed to be engaging: Dear
eat, does not man always mean what ne
wites?"
~ron1d demand Again she received the unsatis-
Yving response Of chuckle followed by snore.
when she wore a handsome new Paris crea-
ton" he would say: "My darling. love you