Whistler Stories by Unknown
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page 39 of 92 (42%)
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The outcome of the Eden suit kept Whistler in ill-humor for a long
time, while Moore continued to be a special object of aversion. The two avoided each other. But, as some philosopher has said, if you remain long in Paris you will meet all your friends and all your enemies. So it fell out that the two foregathered at the same atelier one Sunday afternoon. They nearly collided in entering, but Moore was the first inside. The hostess heard sounds from the hall something between china-breaking and the stamping of hoofs. She went out, to find James in a mighty rage. "Dear me!" said the lady, "what is the matter, dear master?" "Whistler won't come in! Whistler won't stay under the same roof with that wild Irishman!" Moore, in the inside, remarked in his sweetly modulated voice: "Why drag in Whistler?" This play on his best _mot_, "Why drag in Velasquez?" was too much, and in screaming wrath the painter fled, leaving Moore in full possession. * * * * * An American millionaire, to whom wealth had come rather quickly from Western mines, called at the Paris studio with the idea of capturing something for his gallery. He glanced casually at the paintings on the walls, and then queried: |
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