Whistler as I knew him . to me, I say, Menpes, comeover here. Once having forgiven, Whistler wasnever churlish. He made way for me and seated meon his right. I was once more his friend and devotedslave, and felt again, as indeed I was, a privileged andhappy person. I shall never forget that long line ofcleansed Artists. In a way it was a pathetic all felt that life was indeed worth living. Theyimagined that a brilliant future was before them withthe Master at their head. I whispered to Whistler,What are you going to do with them? Whistlerlooked at me for a moment, and a quizzical
Whistler as I knew him . to me, I say, Menpes, comeover here. Once having forgiven, Whistler wasnever churlish. He made way for me and seated meon his right. I was once more his friend and devotedslave, and felt again, as indeed I was, a privileged andhappy person. I shall never forget that long line ofcleansed Artists. In a way it was a pathetic all felt that life was indeed worth living. Theyimagined that a brilliant future was before them withthe Master at their head. I whispered to Whistler,What are you going to do with them? Whistlerlooked at me for a moment, and a quizzical smilecurled his lips and twinkled in his eyes. Pshaw,Menpes! he cried. Lose them, of course. Whistler visited the gallery of the British Artists,with an escort of followers, shortly after saw a picture by a well-known Royal Academician. Ah, he said, as he stood looking at it throughhis eyeglass, it is like a diamond in the sty. CHELSEA SHOPS From a water-colour drawing in the possession ofJ. J. Cowan, THE ONE-MAN SHOW THE BALCONY ^- ! it I i m . Iff iLJ— 4K , -\,n M; ,, -(./•),
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