OCTOBER 201 



To those of us who have followed her 

 progress year by year and all the year 

 through, she has shown many moods, many 

 caprices. Her pictures are never finished. 

 Always she retouches them, adding a little 

 here, painting out a little there. But this 

 month we catch her in one of her most ex- 

 alted moments. The exuberance of her 

 summer mood is over. She paints more 

 slowly; the colors are more mellow, more 

 mature: the yellows are less frankly yellow, 

 the reds more orange or more purple; the 

 blues are almost all left to the sky. But oh, 

 the richness of the scene ! That rock in the 

 foreground is flecked with the brownish- 

 green of the mosses, while from the little 

 rift the fern stretches out its emerald fronds. 

 The willows, fading backward through 

 their color scheme, have become yellowish- 

 green, and at last a faded, wearied yellow. 



THE TREES IN FALL 

 TULIP POPLAR 



For a tree that boldly glories in the au- 

 tumnal yellow give me the tulip poplar. 



