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save: exclaimed The boy weeping bit
! terly.
! 1T is the will Of Cod replied the negro
with an air of resignation
God! calculated Sebastian, as he "a Use,
) his eyes TO the dome Of the studio. through
which the stars gittered, God! I prd,
constantly to him. my father, land He vii
one day listen to mel that we may M
I longer be slaves. But 20 to bed, 20, 90
and ] shall 60 to mine there in that corne
} and shall soon fall asleep. Good night
father, good night
Are you really not afraid of the Zombi,
Sebastian
My father. that is superstition of our
country. Father Eugenio has assured me
that God does not permit supernatural
beings to appear on earth
why, then, when the pupils asked YOU
who skecbed the figures they find here
every morning, did you say it was the
Zombi p
TO amuse myself father, and to make
them laugh : that was all.
'Ihen, good night, my SOM and, having
Kissed the boy. the negro retired.
The moment Sebastian found himself
alone. he uttered an exclamation ofioy.-
linen suddenly checking himself, he said,
twenty-five ashes Tomorrow if I do moi
tell who ske'ched these figures, and per.
maps more IT do. Oh, my God, come to
my AID! and the little mulato threw him.
sell upon the mat which served him for a
bed, where he soon fell fast asleep.
Sebastian awokc at day break; it was
only three O'Clock any other boy would
probably have gone to sleep again not so
with Sebastian, who had but three hours
he could call his own.
courage, courage, Sebastian he ex.
claimed, as he shook himself awake three
hours are mine only three hours. then
proht ny them; the rest belong TO thy
mas'er-slave. Let me at least be nv
own master for three short hours. 10 be
GIN, these figures must be effaced. and.
selz'ng brush, he approached the Virgin,
which, viewed by the soft light of the NOR.
nIng dawn, appeared more beautiful than
ever.
'Efface this! he exclaimed, 'efface this
no; l will die first. Efface ths-thev
dare not-nether dare |. No-that head
-she breal hes-she speaks-Tt seems as
u her blood would flow if should offer to
ettace 1t. and that should be her murderer.
No. no, rather let me finish it,
Scarcely had he uttered these words.
"hen, se'z'ng palette, he seated himself
at the easel, and was soon totally absorbed
IN his occupation. Hour after hour passed
UNDECIDED by Sebastian, who was too much
engrossed by the beautiful creature of bis
pencil, which seemed bursting into life. TO
marx the fight Of time. Another touch
he exclaimed; "a soft shade here-now the
mouth Yes. there it opens-those ewes
they pierce me through what a fore.
head what dellcacy. On. my beautiful
and Sebastian forgot The hour.
forgot ne was slave. forgot his dreaded
punlshmcnt-nll all was obi,erated from
the soul of the youthful artist, VINO though,
ofnothing, saw nothing. but his beautiful
picture.
Bat who can describe the horror and
CONSERVATION of the unhappy slave. when,
on suddenly turning round, he behed the
w3oe pupils, with his master at their head.
standing beside him.
Sebastian never once dreamed Of ius,ifyinc
himself, and with his palette in one hand.
and his brushes in the other, he hung down
his head, awaiting in silence the punish,
ment ne believed he justly meri,ed. For
some moments n dead silence prevailed
Tor II Sebastian was confounded at being
caught in the commission of such fragrant
crime, Murilo and his pupils were not less
astonlshed at the discovery they had made.
MurIllo having, with gesture of the
hand, imposed silence on his pupils, who
could hardly restrain themselves from Civ
ing way TO their admiration, approached
Sebastian, and, conceaing his emotion.
said in q cold and severe tone, while he
looked alternately from the beautiful head
Of the Virgin to the terrified slave, who
stood like stadte before him.
WHO is your master, Sebastian?'
YOU replied the boy, in voice scarcely
audible.
i mean your drawing MASTER, said Ma
You, senor,' again replied the trembling
slave.
1T cannot be; never gave you lessons
said the astonshed painter.
But you gave them to others. and lis
tened to them, rejoned the boy, emboId-
ened by the kindness of his master.
And you have done better than listen,
you have protiled by them exclaimed MI,
rllo, unable longer to conceal his admlra.
ton. Gentlemen, does this boy merit pun.
ishment or reward?'
At the word punishment, Sebastian's
hear; beat quick; the word reward gave
him little courage. but fearing that his
ears deceived him, he looked with timid
and mploring eyes towards his master.
"A reward, senor,' cried the pupils in o
breath.
THAT is well; but Whist shall it be,'
Sebastian began to breathe.
Ten ducals, at least said Mendez.
Fifteen cried Ferdinand.
NO. said Gonzalo, "a beautiful new
dress for the next bolidav'