The Democratic sentinel and Harrison County farmer. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 1851-1852, 1851-10-15


that is lighter 4 fancy that it is Antoine
Lambert"
"Antoine Lambertl' they all exclaimed;
'eAntoine Lambert, the young artist who has
already gained SO high a reputation, and who'
it was expected, would win the first prize in
paintinVliYoIss 1bwglet ; -
loJoseph Yien,s friend?" n
"Not at alll'' the young mSn eagerly
cried, "Joseph Wen and he had quarrell-
had lately very violent dispute Z
.'Indeed!" said every one. 80 they had
quarrelled, were enemies, and we're contest
ing the, first prize2n This seemedla new
light to the speakers. "It is not improba.
ble," they remarked, t'tbat this his been hi,
rivals deed, since evidently robbery wa.
notthe motive"
The student then spoke earnestly of the
rivalry between the two opponents, and one
of the Marechaussee, demanded a descrip
ton of Joseph Vien The crowd dispersed
each bearing away Q suspicion which-almos
amounted to certainty that Lambert -hat
been murdered BY his rival.
Meanwhile, the monk had also left tht
spot, and gliding along the yet silent quays
soon reached the gardens of the Tuileries
There all was Frightening under the genia
influence of spring, The marble looked
winter, the trees shook off theirwintry moss
and promised to grow green again; and the
horse-chestnut tree-since called the horse
chestnut Of the goth Of March, and wn.ehi i
ever the most precious of all--had already
a few buds of brightest verdure, .
When the Franciscan arrived, he saw two
persons seated at the foot ofstkis tree. BY
whom he was still unseen, and softly crep
behind statue, from whence he could over
hear all they said! They wereOa youne
man (slready known to him and woman
hidden in a long mantel and black silk mask
lin whom howeycrgh he could'easily recog
nike one of the most celebrated beauties d
the court of Louis XIV.
Farewell she said, lefarewell! / have
fingered too long; but have been So pru
dentin depriving myself till now the pleas
ure. Of seeing You alone,s thatlin pity could
no longer refuse my heart the happiness
from which l have so severely interdicted
lit" Y4s&iq n .Tltpgg' s 1SgI' IL {
"Oh, do not regret it! ] have never:free.
ly contemplated you since took your pic
ture Blessed portrait, which thus unitef
us--which mingled your thoughts with mine
which joined yeurfeatures to my work.
Farewell, once more. Now I can return
to the court atty yersailles, andAtalk politics
as long as it pleases God and my ypoor fac,
lulties. Ny heart is at rest" @
"And | will return to the studio, to work
to paint history, to bury my love beneatl
weighty thoughts; but it win still live.ol.
"Ana to keep it ever in your mind, take
this little twig, gathered from the tree a
whose feet we were seated" q
"Thanks--thanks" he cried, CAREFUL,
wrapping it in q sketch he had with him, am
placing it'in his bosom. "The foliage Q
this tree always seems brighter than an.
other to me, = It is the harbinger Of spring
lit is the first to receive the suns rays, AM
takes the lead on the road to summer"
"As genius discovers new roads to art
and reveals them to its followers" the lady
tenderly replied, gazing fondly on the pain
ter. rnsatcs q gcuA6Ag A.
"Igo, since Il must be so, Marie. BUTT
make our farewell less sad, tell me that
shallsee you again., H.
| eyes, yes: but not alone, in secret e.
have sworn you pure faith--let me no
have an opportunity Of furnishing it."
"It is the safest plan, said voice be
Ehind the statue.
l The lady screamed, and rushing to tn
gate, quickly entered her chaise. 20
"An caves dropperg" the painter furious
lly cried, drawing bis sword. 4@
The monk now confronted him. i, r y
4 Were you listening?" he impetuousl33
demanded. ? y
Back, fair sir-put up your sword; TO
lShould you use it, you would be very sorry
1both on yonr own account and mine" 2 y
l "How. wrstchM Tae3aat9 y. y
eyes, on your own account, because y
lean be Of great service to you; on mine, be
cause am -"
/ He hadghtily dEeW himself up, and pu
A his hand to his side, as if to seize his sword
lit met rosary. His manner suddenl
= ldchanged, and in monastic voice he said
!, Because / anna poor servant ofthe Lor
.Iliying in Him, serving His altar, and pray
), ling for all good souls.p b.
"Well, then, all | ask you is, that, ipstes'
u of praying for me, you will hold your tolgp
! or yoHushall feel the end Of my sword, eye
1if | drag You forth from your CELL" go
J, The yoQpg painter who was no other tha
Joseph VEN, hurried from the garden, sars
the clock strike six, fastened to II
4 studio, hoping his delay might not be pc
s ceived. This idea gave him an .anxiol
b slook, He had nearly reached his destin
gtion, when An officer Of the Marechausse
y followed by two soldiers, after fixing hise5
sIupon him, barred the road, and insisted {
his accompanying him to the Chatel let
i Joseph both saiprized and angry, was iebl
II ged 70 obey and was conducted to Wal
ming rqom in the prison, where he was gtsa
\ by shocked to hear of Antoine Lambert
z death. and that he was suspected ofthe mu
TIder. Thenextl Hlpment he was rigorous
" tgexamined BY a magistrate, who was strut
" Iby the grief and noble indignation strong
,Idepicted in his features.
y II am accused of Antoine Lambert's mu
8 der, he cried e"L have but one answer
n make loved him dearly; r
4 "Bat Eod had q lively dispute with n
\ rlstely2''
n "We Wereboth passionately fond of our 3
b Ia slight difference on that subject wou
produce irhpetuods words; but it was bfiEi
VI 1slartistspalsing Irritation I Our hearts undo
slStood eash other--our hands were ever az
WAY fore friendly grasp"
y 81 were rivals; you were both trying
the first piiS9 with equal atdor, lsad vi
el equal hopegqss 6inw rfehsa9eR M