Motion Picture Story Magazine (Feb-Jul 1912)

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120 THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE spired work, ' ' The Stones of Venice, ' ' a moral, social and artistic monument to the genius of the man. But I must hasten them back to Glenfinlas, lest this become a defense of the man and not the saddest chapter of his life. In their home, and in wanderlust, too, I will not deny that his field flower wTas somewhat neglected. He was gripping the biggest problems of the day in painting, sculpture, edu sionable Venetians pressed about her like so much herring in her net. He, too, the most loving sentimentalist, like that bitterest hater Swift, was continually petted by women. Strange thing, this law governing the heart! And now, it is the final summer that they were to look upon together, and they are back among the woods, hills and lakes of Glenfinlas. Millais, by invitation, had joined them, and ^y/ cation, literature, and holding out the hand of brotherhood to those caught in the toils beneath him. ' ' That country is the richest which nourishes the greatest number of noble and happy human beings," he would cry, and forthwith start to turn the intricate machinery of his gifts in their behalf. Ruskin had tried society to please his wife — to the balls and routs of a certain duclicsse, where the impres while "The Stones of Venice' ' rose, tier on tier, late into the night, he did what he could to amuse her who did not enter into the scope of the architect 's plans. Lest I seem to hold him too lightly, I will confess that he suggested their posing for his canvas, the result being that exquisite and feeling picture, ' ' The Huguenot Lovers." Whether in the pictured, forlorn pose and parting aught of