The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1916-04-06

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human nature were varh examined
carefully The hig8 lights commended
the aaas cohdunel aad Icg by GA pro.
lstluu
laugfnrd bad embarked IS lengthy
Indictment II some safely dead fralit
Harry Was listening closely aud stor.
Inc We tue sphiyiucs - the dazzling
~ tItUt from Butte Mont who was
10 begin thc deyllmay airing ~ his
annual ifip east a. luncheon Ia an Ital.
ian restaurant on Monday
: gentle tap 81 the door abbreviated
= brilliant pauude Mile Rebha met
/ iaurford GA rhe threshold After
apologizihg profnsely for the INTERRUPT.
I tiau. she begged leave 10 arquaiut him
( with Che fact That below IN her atelicr
was wealthy lady who did NOT object
/ 20 art Au contraire. she had for il a
love - the deepest The lady was
collecting the works Of the modern
( masters
She grateful modesto had whetted
that appetite for art with a descrip
+ tion Of Mccster Langfords wonderful
/ work She. Sic had said, hand on
heart monsieur was truly master,
7 Could She lead here the madamet
I.Augford rrlutad self consciously
and modcstly disclaimed utilization
With the masters union. But he grant
al her permission 10 introduce a lady.
As the mam'scIle battered downstairs
Harry and Rudolph arranged them
selves IN the pastures Of intending pur
chascrs before the nineteen unsod
masterpieces that hid the unpapered
walls
Mrs Comeyuc surged in like the
newest ocean liner entering New York
harbor on her maiden trip. Proceed
ing 10 the exact middle Of the floor, she
halted and awaited results Langford
approached her shyly He was merry
Gus II was historic occasion She
was the first near buyer who had ever
been IN his studio
Mrs. Comcyne acknowledged Mile.
Rebbas Introduction of the artist just
coldly enough TO make him understand
that she knew he was not really
great artist He bowed low over her
hand and murmured mnintclligibly.
Rudolph coughcd Suggcstiyely. Lang
ford introduced the brothers. Harry
said something about ordering Il por-
trait Of his dead wife and apologctical-
~ mentioned two ciphercd price.
lie retired bowing, followed 10y Mile.
Rebba. Rudolph elected himself mas
ter Of ceremonies. He placed himself
Squarely before the portrait of a scram
bled egg that wa, titled Sunset In
Venice
"Ah, an" he said, turning to Mrs.
Comeyne. Did you ever see such
marvellous sense Of colorW
She examined it anxiously through
her Iorgnette. wiped the glasses, then
took closer view
VERY. very fine" she murmured
that little island is so natural
"That is Il gondola," broke in Lang
ford, aggrieycd.
lie was reduced to glowering silence
by frown from Rudolph.
"Ah. yes. to be sure, DO YOU know"
10 Rudolph Professor Dangler. |
the well known critic? lie Is giving |
our cultural circle such interesting
talks on art; he is so cultured He says |
that realism is the only true test of
great art That obelisk yelled by fog
pointing with the lorgnette to Lang |
ford's impression Of the Fatiron build |
ing nj daybreak lis so realistic. | can |
almost distinguish the hieroglyphcs on |
Il. And that-er' she peered more |
closely that little boy chasing the !
cow-how simple. how fresh, how
Rudolph exercised grin as he led |
her away from the impression Of |
Spanish bullhght. Iangford stood |
glumly in a corner. He was very sen
sitive about his art Rather he would
starve. though he knew he need not |
while some one remained from whom
he might borrow, than have it misun
derstood Especially did he detest the
mention Of realism.
But each time he attempted to speak
Rudolph's frown checked him.
Finally Rudolph pulled from dust
shrouded pile OF debris what close ex
animation proved to be a hunting
scene Langford had intended to de
pict pitiful little rabbit fleeing pack
Of hounds The hounds were variously
colored and their bodies blended into
the verisimilitude OF a New England
crazy quilt The rabbit seemed to be
leaping for an impression Of hole in
the ground. while In the background an
impression OF huntsman was crying
on the impression OF the pack.
That remarked Rudolph when he
bad wiped the dust from 1t with one OF
Iangfords string neckties which lay
10 hand. is realism"
Langford groaned
Mrs. Comeyne stood off TO get better
view She frowDed connoisseurly and
stepped back little farther.
Dear me- she murmured. 1T is
art, isn't IT. But-er-why does that