Melvin G. Winstock

“ Ouida, quickly shamed into atonement, said: "Lucile!"
Quickly and gladly the joyous girl bounded back, and almost tearfully said: "Is my mistress angry with me?"
"Child," said Ouida, "I angry with you!" The great creature stooped and kissed Lucile's forehead. "I am troubled with the nasty world."
Left alone, the artist paced the floor of her boudoir like a lioness from whose breasts her cubs had been rudely torn.
"I hate them all. None can be trusted. This one seemed nobler than the rest. I revealed more of the woman in me to him than to any creature born. See how he repays me, my art. ”

“ I could forgive him who preaches against my life, for I have given the world the right to talk; but when he attacks true art, the Goddess at whose shrine I worship, when he ridicules my religion, I feel as though my heart would crack with rage. ”

“ SATAN REBUKING SIN.
Among the many great houses in this metropolis, none were more artistically and voluptuously arranged than the mansion of Ouida Angelo, the sculptress. There were parlors and drawing-rooms, a study, a library, dining room in exquisitely carved oak, while the boudoir of the artist was a perfect dream. She had costly paintings and pieces of marble statuary for which a monarch would almost give his crown, and all arranged and placed with perfect artistic and poetic taste. Ouida's boudoir was palatial with its tiger skin rugs, couches, mirrors and jeweled cases. ”