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Ethel-When I think of what love has meant
it has brought to me--when I think that to
while to me it has brought such wonderful happiness, then I realize how

I wonder if Fate will demand her price

to others, tnd when I consider what some it has meant und misery fortunate I am-and I wonder

you said that every time you looked at her breast, dead in his chair, no wonder youyou saw the picture of her husband as you you-(Pause; he realizes that according to saw him that morning with his chin on his her actions when Dole died she didn't see

you see him!

him. Then the possibility of the truth Doctor-I do think it and I am done with dawns on him)

you. Ethel-What is it?

EthelYou shan't go thinking that of me! DoctorAs you saw him that morning. You shan't, I tell you! You shan't! Ethan!

Ethel-Yes--as-(She realizes the trap (Slam of the door is heard. Ethan is gone) she's walked into)

For what I did I could be forgiven; for Doctor-Then

did see him?

what I did not do, I am condemned. EthelNo. No, I didn't! You told me (Ethel picks up diary and reads; then rings about it-and so did the others. That's for Susan) how I knew! Don't look at me like that. Susan-What is it, ma'am? I can't bear it! Do you hear, I can't bear it! EthelIt isn't there! It isn't there! Doctor-Did

Susan-What, ma'am? EthelI didn't, I tell you! They told me EthelThe last she read. He didn't about it!

write anything after saying that he would Doctor —You said “As I saw him that send me away. She wrote the rest. And morning with his chin on his breast.” You listen to what she says at the last. “He did see him-you did! You were the last to didn't write enough for me to prove anysee him alive, you were the first to see him thing by it, but I'm going to do it just the dead!

same, and if ever you read this, Mrs. BrisEthel-No! No!

tol, you'll know that I did prove it.” Oh, Doctor-You killed him!

my God! She trapped me! She couldn't EthelI didn't! I didn't! I didn't! have proven anything and she made me con

Doctor-You knew that a shock would fess. I have thrown everything away, huscause his death and to get him out of your band, home, happiness, everything--and I way so that you could marry me, you told have done it for nothing! She tricked me him what I had previously told you.

into doing it-tricked me! Oh, my God! EthelBut I didn't do that. If I had, I My God! (Ethel glances at doctor's bag) should be a murderess. Do you think that Get me a glass of water! I- You can't think that of me! You Susan-Water, ma'am? can't!

Ethel —Yes. Doctor-I do!

Susan-Yes, ma'am. (Susan goes out, Ethel-You shan't think that of me! You Ethel goes to bag and takes out various vials; may think anything else you like but you selects one. Susan enters with water. Pause) shan't think that! Listen now, listen, and Ethel-What are you waiting for? I'll tell you the truth.

Susan--The glass, ma'am. Doctor-Ha! The truth!

Ethel —You needn't wait. (Pause) I said Ethel-Yes, the truth. When you left the you needn't wait. studio to talk to Mrs. Dole he came in. He Susan-I know you did, ma'am, but I told me you had said there was no need was thinking that perhaps if I get that for an operation, and that as there wasn't, glass, I might-(Susan forces the vial he was going to tell his wife that he loved out of Ethel's hand) That's. what I was me and wanted a divorce. I begged him waiting for, ma'am! not to, and when he insisted on knowing Ethel-Give it back to me! why, I told that I didn't love him, but Susan-Don't do it, ma'am! No man's that I loved you.

worth it! I know because I tried it. Doctor--Told him, knowing that it would Ethel —You tried it? kill him!

Susan-Yes, ma'am. When I first met Ethel-Ethan!

you at Mrs. Dole's I told you I had just Doctor-I might have forgiven you the come out o' the hospital, but I didn't tell other, but this I can't forgive! I have fin- you why I went in. I loved my husband ished with you! (Doctor makes for the door, just as much as you love yours. But he left Ethel detains him)

me and I tried it. Ethel —You shan't go thinking that of me, Ethel-Did he come back? you shan't! I didn't intend to do it, as God Susan-No, ma'am. Ile didn't love me. is my judge. I didn't! How can you im- That's the difference between him and your agine that I did? How can you think that husband. I could deliberately kill a man!


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Few American artists of to-day have juster claims upon our national pride than Miss Mary Cassatt. One of the first members of the now famous Impressionist school, she has attained world-wide recognition not only because of the intrinsic merit of her paintings, but also because of her marked influence upon contemporary art. Mr. Teall gives here a short account of her work



MONG American

as exemplified in the centuriesartists living

old, but ever fresh subject of abroad there

Mother and Child-Mère is no one in

et Enfant, for thus is whom we

nearly every one of take greater national

Miss Cassatt's pride than in Miss

paintings entitled. Mary Cassatt,

There is not a whose paintings

great museum in have come to be

the world within known the world

whose walls over. Miss

modern art finds Cassatt spent

a place that her early years

believes itself in America, the

representative land of her na

in examples of tivity, and al

painters of tothough she has

day without chosen France

some canvas by as her home and

Miss Cassatt in by some is re

its galleries. garded as a ver

Not only has itable arch-ex

this Ameripatriate, her art

can woman has never de

achieved perparted from

sonal success in what we may

the products of fondly, and I

her brush, but think justly,

her work has consider the

had a marked path of Ameri

influence upon can ideals. No

the painting of painter of mod

her time. Miss ern times has

Cassatt is an more exquis

Impressionist. itely depicted

The term Imthe great epic

Only the prompt action of the Italian government saved this famous pressionist has of motherhood

painting, Fra Angelico's Madonna della Stella, from the mysterious fate
that has overtaken Leonardo da Vinci's Mona Lisa

been applied to that school of painters who departed from subject inspiration, for the average person the old traditions of academic inspiration, seems far more willing to accept rainfor the individual working out of each bow hues in a Mother and Child subject problem that presented itself to the artist, than in a landscape; it is hard for the that is to say, the working out of every novice, who has believed that grass is enimpression received by the painter through tirely and completely green, to realize that personal interpretation, untrammeled by it may appear differently through an atmosthe example of precedent. Miss Cassatt phere created by light and shade, that it is one of the survivors of the early group can be correct to interpret it by yellow, that really brought Impressionism to the blue, purple, orange, or violet pigment. front — Monet, Pisaro, Berthe Morisot, Nevertheless, it would be difficult to imagand others. Of them all, Miss Cassatt's ine even the anti-impressionist holding out work has most endeared itself to the against the art of Miss Cassatt! Her paintpublic at large, perhaps, by reason of its ings of mothers and babies and children


"No painter of modern times has more exquisitely depicted the great epic of motherhood as exemplified

in the centuries-old, but ever fresh subject of Mother and Child"


“We are too apt to associate the term pastel with pansy-painting or with amateur plaque-decoration,
but one needs only a survey of Miss Cassatt's work in this medium to realize what it cas, become in

the hands of an artist"

would win the most hardened scepticover the And yet it must be a source of the greatest borderland of doubt into the realm of even satisfaction to any artist to know that, withthe most extreme phases of Impressionism. out the blare of publicity or the anchorage Miss Cassatt has a personal aversion to in- of entertaining anecdote, the work from his or terviews that has often been misinterpreted her hand has, in itself, won supreme recogby the uninvited critic who has chosen to nition for the artist. Almost less has been trespass on her privacy, either at her hotel in written of Miss Cassatt than of any of her Paris or at her villa in the country outside. distinguished contemporaries of any nation

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