Vinnie Ream : printed for private distribution only; and to preserve a few souvenirs of artist life from 1865 to 1878 . h people as dear to one as Ploug is to me. I have a well-foundedhope that I may see Rudolph Schmidts profile again soon, and a hundred times again after that;but Vinnie I shall never see again. I did not understand her at first; I had a few unpleasant conjectures ready. I had to havemany conversations with her before I understood her ingenuousness, her ignorance, her thoroughgoodness—in short, all her simple healthiness of soul. Over! When I was teasing her the other day abou
Vinnie Ream : printed for private distribution only; and to preserve a few souvenirs of artist life from 1865 to 1878 . h people as dear to one as Ploug is to me. I have a well-foundedhope that I may see Rudolph Schmidts profile again soon, and a hundred times again after that;but Vinnie I shall never see again. I did not understand her at first; I had a few unpleasant conjectures ready. I had to havemany conversations with her before I understood her ingenuousness, her ignorance, her thoroughgoodness—in short, all her simple healthiness of soul. Over! When I was teasing her the other day about all the time I had wasted in her company, shereplied: People do not waste time with their friends, and when I exclaimed: What do I getfrom you? she answered, laughing: Inspiration. And that was the truth. Those great browneyes, the firm eyebrows, the ringleted mass of chestnut brown hair and the fresh mouth—all thisthat I still remember, but perhaps in three months shall no longer be able to recall, the quick litdehgure, now commanding, now deprecating, is to me a kind of inspiration. I have never been in \2. 3uiitth iFrum a Iirafaiutg bn (gitalaitc lnrr. She titarrii-ttiju by tlie Artist in (iDffert a iMiaa Utmttf Seam Jir ;.iart amx affprtifux rollpijuc Os. loif. /, love with Vinnie; but most people vv^ould think so, to hear the expressions I am now using. ButI love her as a friend, as a mind akin to my own. There were thoughts of our brains and strings ofour hearts, which always beat in unison. Peace be with her! May the cursed world neitherrend her nor devour her; may she die at last with the clear forehead she has now! I am gratefulto her. She has communicated to me a something good and simple that one cannot see too muchof and that one scarcely ever sees at all. Finally, she has shown me again the spectacle of a humanbeing entirely happy, and good because happy, a soul without a trace of bitterness, an intellectwhose work is not a labor. It is not that Vinnie is—o
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