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f ♦ L ' ftY “Saharet,” Franz Von Stuck’s Paint ing Which Captured Fritz Von Frantzius’s Heart. "Brown of Nevada"— the Picture the Widow Just Couldn’t Resist, The Famous "Woman in Yellow American magazine Section of ficarst’s Sunday American, Atlanta, 3uly 27, m= lllil^^ illllll Iliii» Copyright, 191.1, by the Star Company. Qrcat Britain Rights Reserved Surprising Romances Follow Three Paintings for Which Cupid Mixed the Colors |HY shouldn't people fall In love with portraits? Are they not, as Shakespeare called them, “coun terfeit presentments,” affording a tantalizing foretaste of the genuine orig inal? There is prudence, too, in this way of falling in love; for if the painted image so stirs the tender emotions, how can there be any chance of disappointment or disillusion when at last the fascinated one is in the pres ence of tlje living, perfect artist’s inspiration? The fascinating portrait carries with it the pleasures of hope—you desire, you hope, you are finally determined to know and enjoy the charm of the original. Persons who have had this ex perience declare it is like being haunted by a pleasant and companionable ghost. In place of the chill and benumbing fear which the presence of other ghosts produces, the beloved picture suffuses your being with a warm, delicious sense of hope and joy. On this page is presented the testimony of three persons who have passed through this picture-loving experience. Betty Peters, pretty and twenty and light-hearted, sat with a dozen members of an art class in the studio of her father (Clinton Peters), and waited for a model The class waxed peevish, It turned from saying rude things about models to making rude re marks to each other Then, in the wake of the creaking door, en tered an angel of deliverance. “Hello, Brown We needed your sunshtne-dis tilling presence,” greeted the instructor "My art class, let me introduce to you a notable civil engineer and still more notable gentleman Brown of Nevada ” Brown of Nevada posed, and the class repro duced him according to their vision of him Some did not see him in a flattering light Some revealed him a denizen of the Bowery It was the master’s daughter who treated him as Crom well prayed to be painted—as he was. Even her father admitted when it was finished that it was a good portrait Brown wanted to buy it. The painter refused It hung in the exhibition of the Academy of Design On the first day of the exhibition the picture began to cast its spell. A handsome woman of thirty-five stood for a long time before the por trait She walked reluctantly from it and cast an indifferent eye upon the other paintings. She came back to Brown of Nevada, and sat on a camp chair before it She studied the cata logue. "Portrait of Alden H Brown of Nevada. Painted by Betty Peters,” was all the informa tion it gave Miss Betty Peters, Who Painted “Brown of Nevada.*’ $*&# *, i. * • ” IV ' SHgt i ft J . ' M. J.nfSgt.. 'Picture madness. whispered one custodian to an other 'Watch her She may be getting ready to vanish with Brown of Nevada the way some one lifted the Gains borough It was the little artist who changed the situation She encountered the handsome woman on the camp stool They chatted They exchanged confidences The artist Invited the widow to the studio Brown of Nevada dropped in Betty Peters, sitting silent in a deep embrasure of the studio window, rubbed her hands and embraced her self in gleeful pantomime Now she boldly proclaimed herself a greater matchmaker than painter Yes. you have guessed It The picture obsession passed Into personal possession Or it will do so as soon as cer tain complications that pursue love—the rough running that characterizes middle-aged love being yet rougher be cause the rocks are sure to be money rocks—ane smoothed. Fritz von Frantnlus. of Chicago, was speedier In his wooing While paying a visit to Franz von Stuck’s studio in Munich he saw the portrait of a dark-eyed beauty poised for the first step of a dance as a bird tests its wings before flying "What grace'" murmured the art collector "And the poise of the head' What incomparable vivacity!" "Surely That is Saharet of the stage. Saharet Rose to her friends The Kaiser himself several times visited the studio while she was posing Most unusual for His Majesty Frltzle. she Is bewitching, but a little trying to a German Never for one moment still. I think she flew here from Australia She says she can kick higher than any woman in the world t~ true, I believe." Von Frantzius called on a friend who is editor of a newspaper that deals with the stage. Yes, with pleasure. His files revealed that Saharet would be dancing in Brus sels the next night. Von Frantzius left in an hour for Brussels. He sought the manager of the house. Of a certainty the manager would be pleased to tako Herr Frantzius back on the stage. Assuredly, Mile Saha ret would be honored. That evening over a little supper Frantzius proposed. “You have possessed me for a week,” said the art dealer, who is forty-eight and positive. “Ever since 1 saw your portrait in Von Stuck’s studio.” “But I cannot give up my dancing." "You will dance for me.” Business beckons a man even from his wooipg. Mile. Saharet was still faltering when Herr Von Frantzius set sail for America. She was saying, "I don’t know” when he met her at the pier when her steamer docked in New York. “You will marry me to-day." said he, and their wed ding a few hours later proclaimed him a prophet. In a gallery in Paris a distinguished-looking man with medals and badges on his breast disclosing that he was honored of nations, his courteous bearing proclaiming him a diplomat stood gazing at a portrait of a fair-haired woman with dark eyes Her gown was yellow The Jewels she wore were the yellow of a cat's eyes in the dark The tantalizing toe of her pump was yellow, and the bit of lace about her ankle was yellow- The cata logue—first aid to the deeply interested—revealed only that this beautiful vision was what any one might see. “The Woman In Yellow ” The distinguished gentleman of fifty visited the gal lery every day. To each one who stopped to admire the picture he said. "A thousand pardons, but you will do me the greatest of favors if you will tell me who is the original of this painting." “Certainly." said a New Yorker on the ninth day of the picture's sorcery "She is Mrs. Dandridge Spottswood. of Virginia.” But now she shares the title of the admirer oi the picture She is Countess E. Von Scornbron Buckheim, and shines as brilliantly in the circles of Vienna as she. shone consecutively in Richmond, Va. in New York and Newport and in London.