The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1845-10-18

who accompanied her.
After having examined some other paintings but
with All eye already inattentve and faigued she de-
parted. .J rf
Petit Pierre, being chained to the spot by an al
most magic force aud fearing to lose the trace so
opportuney found. followed the young lady at a
distance, and saw her ascend the steps of carri-
age. To throw himself into cabrolet and to tell
the driver not to lose sight of the blue carriage with
the chamois livery, was the work of moment to
Petit Pierre The coachman lashed energetically
his jaded horse, and drove in pursuit of the equip
age. ....3e
The carriage stopped at mansion Of beautiful
| appearance, in --- street, and the great gate
! closed upon her. 1t was here then that the lady
dwelt. To know the street and the number was
to his mind delightful sensation, and enabled him
to say Here dwells my dream" With this, with
less perhaps, Lovelace or Don Juan would have
brought al adventure to close; but Petit-Pierre
was neither Don Juan nor Lovelace far from it!
Itnow remained for him TO learn the name of the
lady of his thoughts, to make her acquaintance,
and to gain her ove--three little formalities which
could not be abandoned, and which sorely embar-
rassed our ex-shepherd.
Happily, chance came 10 his aid, and the way
which ne searched was opened to him. One NOR
ming there was brought to him, delicaely carried
between thumb and finger, little bloHg letter
which the servant scented with some coniractions
aud diatons of nostrs, as if it had been bouquet
II S,f i,la
In the fine ID lively English of the direction,
he recognised the handwriting Of well educated
female. The letter was thus framed:
/" Sir-I have seen in the saloon beautiful
painting of yours. would be very happy to have
it in my liltle gallery; but fear may be too late.
If it belongs 10 you yet, have the goodness to pro-
mise me not to sell it to any other person, 0and
have il brought, the exhibition over, TO rue st.
H., number -. Your conditions will
be mine. q. D'ESCARS."
The street and the number agreed precisely with
those where Petit Pierre saw the carriage enter
In this he was not deceived. MademoiselIe
dEscars was then the lady with the pencil Of gold
of the visions of Petit.P Pierre; who had given him
the gold with which he purchased the first sheets
of paper, drop of whose blood uponhis cross
barred handkerchief he had guarded SO piously.
Petit Pierre called on Mademosee d'Escars
and very soon a frequent intercourse was estab-
lished between them. The innocent and upright,
the enthusiastic and rational mind of Petit-Perre,
whom we will thus call to the end of this narrative
in order not 10 divulge name grown celebrated, I,
was well pleased with Mademoiselle Oscars, who
had not recognised in the young artist the little
shepherd who had served her for model but who,
however, from the first visit, had some vague re-
collection ofhaving seen his face elsewhere.
MademoiseIle Oscars had not told Petit Pierre
that she sketched, because she ~as in no haste TO
make show of her talents. One evening, the
conversation turned upon painting, and Mademoi-
srlle d'Escars avowed, what Pent-Pierre very
well knew, that she sometimes sketched or de-
signed, and that she would have exhibited them
before if she had thought them worthy of such ho-
nor.
She placed her album upon the fable, turning
the leaves more or less rapidly, according as she
Judged the designs worthy or unworthy of exami-
nation. When she came to that place where
Petit Pierre aud his flock were represented, she
said to the young artlst
' 1t is almost the same scene as that which you
have Represented i'll your painting, which have
bought, that might see and realise what could
desire to do. That rencontre is strange. Were
you ever at S."
.'Yes, have passed some time there"
at is beautiful country, unknown, and enco-
sing beauties which many have gone very far to
search; but since | have taken my album from its
case, il should not be without some purpose.
Here is a blank leaf, sketch something upon it,"
Petit Pierre skelched the valley where Mad
horse. He represented warlike lady thrown to
the earth and sustained by young shepherd who
bathed her temples with handkerchief dipped in
water,
"What strange coincdence!" said Mademoi-
selle d'Escars Z" I was really thrown from
horse in similar place, but there was no witness
of that mshap but little shepherd, whom vague
ly saw in my swoon, and whom have never seen
since. Who could have recounted that to you?"
:" 1t is because am Petit-Piere. and here is the
which stopped the blood that flowed
from your temple, where perceive the scar the
wound under the form Of an almost imperceptlble
little white furrow.''
Mademoiselle d Oscars extended her hand to the
young painter, who impressed upon the tips of her
fingers tender aud respectful kiss, afterwards, in
a trembling voice, he recounted to her his whole
life the vsete aspirations which n oubled him. his
dreams, his efforts and at iasthis love; for he, at
this time, saw clearly into his mind, and il, at first,
he adored the muse in the person of Mademoiselle
d l'Escars, he now loved the lady.
What more have we to say' It isnot difficult
to devine the end of this story; there has been. in
our narration, neither catastrophe nor deceit
d'Escars became at the close of a
lew months the betrothed Of Petit Pierre, who had
he rare, good fortune of espousing his ideal, Of