Warren Kimble paintings

Warren Kimble paintings
Wassily Kandinsky paintings
William Etty paintings
William Merritt Chase paintings
Because she doesn't care a hang about where she lives -- or about any of our little social sign-posts,'' said Archer, with a secret pride in his own picture of her.
``H'm -- been in bigger places, I suppose,'' the other commented. ``Well, here's my corner.''
He slouched off across Broadway, and Archer stood looking after him and musing on his last words.
Ned Winsett had those flashes of penetration; they were the most interesting thing about him, and always made Archer wonder why they had allowed him to accept failure so stolidly at an age when most men are still struggling.
Archer had known that Winsett had a wife and child, but he had never seen them. The two men always met at the Century, or at some haunt of journalists and theatrical people, such as the restaurant where Winsett had proposed to go for a bock. He had given Archer to understand that his wife was an invalid; which might be true of the poor lady, or might merely mean that she was lacking in social gifts or in evening clothes, or in both. Winsett himself had a savage abhorrence of social observances: Archer, who dressed in the evening because