e, and
said: "What are you looking at, Mr. Remington?" He replied, turning
upon me his round boyish face and his blue eyes gladdening, "I was
just thinking I wished I was behind in there where those blue jackets
are--you know--behind that flag with the soldiers--those are the men
I like to study, you know, I don't like all this fuss and feathers of
society"--then, blushing at his lack of gallantry, he added: "It's all
right, of course, pretty women and all that, and I suppose you think I'm
dreadful and--do you want me to dance with you--that's the proper thing
here isn't it?" Whereupon, he seized me in his great arms and whirled me
around at a pace I never dreamed of, and, once around, he said, "that's
enough of this thing, isn't it, let's sit down, I believe I'm going to
like you, though I'm not much for women." I said "You must come over
here often;" and he replied, "You've got a lot of jolly good fellows
over here and I will do it."

Afterwards, the Remingtons and ourselves became the closest friends.
Mrs. Remington's maiden name was Eva Caton, and after the first few
meetings, she became "little Eva" to me--and if ever there was an
embodiment of that gentle lovely name and what it implies, it is this
woman, the wife of the great artist, who has stood by him through all
the reverses of his early life and been, in every sense, his guiding
star.

And now began visits to the studio, a great room he had built on to his
house at New Rochelle. It had an enormous fire place where great logs
were burned, and the walls were hung with the most rare and wonderful
Indian curios. There he did all the painting which has made him famous
in the last twenty years, and all the modelling which has already become
so well known and would have eventually made him a name as a great
sculptor. He always worked steadily until three o'clock and then
there was a walk or game of tennis or a ride. After dinner, delightful
evenings in the studio.

Frederic was a student and a deep thinker. He liked to solve all
questions for himself and did not accept readily other men's theories.
He thought much on religious subjects and the future life, and liked to
compare the Christian religion with the religions of Eastern countries,
weighing them one against the other with fairness and clear logic.

And so we sat, many evenings into the night, Frederic and Jack stretched
in their big leather chairs puffing away at their pipes, Eva with her
needlework, a