Life — December 2, 1899 — page 20: what you’re looking at

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-LIFE - Hr (looking startled): Maule’s [nteriors? What on carth are they? Sue (reading from catalogue): “Taoterior of a Southern Kitchen.” “NOW WR'LL SEE RF DAT SAWED OPP PETERSON MAN KIN PSCAPR DE ISSUE DIS TIME.” The Ways of Women. HE (with a slight bow, and ignoring his outstretched hand): The idea of seeing you here! I never supposed you had any leaning toward Art. He (innocently): Ob, I haven't, but you said last night you were coming Sue (frigidly): Most men are too blasé or too busy to look at pictures, unless they happen to be artists. He: Ob, I don't profess anything in that line, but when you told me you would be— Sne (quickly): There are really some exquisite bits, ‘‘The Heart of Mid- lothian " is simply divine. He: Beg pardon. Whose heart did you say? SnE (distinctirely): Nobody's heart— the Heart of Midlothian. And there is one of Maule’s Interiors, perfectly won- derful. He (relieved): Olt Sne: There's a glorious thing just op- posite. ** Dutch Girl, with Cabbage.” Isn’t that fine? Such fidelity, such breadth! lz; Yes, indeed, she'd make three ordinary women. Sng: I mean breadth of treatment. And do look at this one—D'Auber’s “Tramps Asleep.” What do you think of that for tone? Oh, his harmonics are beyond anything. He (wonderingly): Is he a musician, D'Auber? I never knew that before. Sue (lyftity): I am speaking of his harmonies of color. He: That's so. The donkey in the background is very natural. Sup (with quiet scorn): The donkey in the background happens to be a cow. He: By Jove, so it is (renturing to be jocose), I am the donkey in this case, I'm afraid. Sune (unrelentingly): The conclusion would seem rather obvious. But the gem of the collection is in the next room. A Madonna, by Smearoil—I have been sitting before it for nearly an hour. He: Oh, why didn’t I come sooner? Let us go and sit before it now. SneE (moving on, with her head in the air): We may glance at it a few moments, and then I really must go. HE (despatringly): Oh, don't say so, please! Sue (politely): But that need not in- terfere with your enjoyment of — He: You know very well I only came because— Sue: Ah, here is my Madonna! And now that we are in aquiet corner by our- selves (suddenly smiling into his eyes), you dear, ridiculous boy! HE (rapturously): Ethel! the matter? Sne (gleefully): Mrs De Spuy was right bebind us, listening to every word we said, with her eyeglass. He: Great Cesar—I thought—I didn’t know that to think, Sne: And Mrs. De Spuy was in pre- cisely the same condition. She can only report on the fact that I was snubbing you. She'lltell it to everyone she meets. What fun! He (rather blankly): Ye-es, Isn't it? Madeline 8. Bridges. What was