The picture is a tribute to the qualities of many unknown gentlewomen.

Such an illumination as this, on faces so innocently eloquent, is the light that should shine on the countenance of the photoplay actress who really desires greatness in the field of the Intimate Motion Picture.

There is in Chicago, Hawthorne's painting of Sylvia: a little girl standing with her back to a mirror, a few blossoms in one hand and a vase of flowers on the mirror shelf.

It is as sound a composition as Hawthorne ever produced.

The painting of the child is another tribute to the physical-spiritual textures from which humanity is made.