Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1851-10-28
Iebrated beauties Of the court of Lou

/ Farewell, she said; 'flrewellt
Ehaye fingered top long; butI ha
been 50 prudent in depriving mysel
till now the pleasure of seeing yor
alone, that in pity | could no longe
refuse my heart the happiness from
which l have SO severely interdict
led it.
'Oh, do not regret it, / have nev
er freely contemplated you since
took your picture Blessed portrait
which, thus united us which ming
led your thoughts with mine-whic!
joined your features to my work.
Farewell, once more. Now l car
return to the court at Versailles, ant
talk politics as longas it Rleases Goo
and my poor faculties. My heart is
at rest
And I will return to the studio
toSwork, to paint history, to bury my
love beneath weighty thoughts; but
it will still live on .
and. to keep it ever in your mind,
take this little twig, gathered from
the tree at whose feet we. were seat
ed
Thanks -thanks!' he cried, dare
fully wrapping it in sketch he had
with him, and placing it in his bos-
ON. The foliage Of this tree always
seems brighter than any other to me.
1t is the harbinger Of spring; it is
the first to receive the suns rays
and takes, the lead on the road to
summer
'As genius discovers new roads to
art, and reveals them to its follow ers,
the lady tenderly replied, gazing
fondly on the painter.
4 60, since it must be SO, Marie.
Bat to make cur farewell less sad,
tell me that I shall see you again.
Yes, yes; but not alone, in secret.
l have sworn you pure faith--let
me not have an opportunity Of tar
it,
1t is the. safest plan,' said. voice
behind the statue.
The lady screamed, and, rushing
to the gate, quickly entered her
ehaise.
''An eavesdropper.' the painter 1fu-
'iously cried, drawing his sword.
! The monk now confronted him,
Were you listening?' he impetu-
,usly demanded.
Back, fair sir-put up your sword;
or should you use it, you would be
Tery sorry, both on your own account
nd mine.
How, wretch?'
yes, on your own account, be-
ause | can be of great service to
'ou; on mine, because | ann
lie haughtily drew himself up,
nd put his hand to his side, as il. .toJ
eize his sword: it met a rosary
lis manner suddenly changed, and, |,
4 monastic voice, he said
Because I am a poor servant of
he Lord, living in Him, serving HIS
ltar, and praying for all good souls.
well, then, all / ask you is, that,
praying for me, you "
old your tongue, or you shall feel
he end Of my sword, even if / drug
GU forth from your cell. /
The young painter, who was no
ther than Joseph Wien, hurrf I'D fro IN
ne garden, and, hearing tn e clock
-rike SIX, hastened to the studio, 4
oping his delay might not be per
eived. This idea gave him hn anIx-
'as look. He had nearly reach led ;
is destination, when an officer of the
Iareehausee, followed by two S pl- j:
iers, after fixing his eyes on hi pa,
AIRED the road, and insisted on bis |
him to the 0hatel bt..
oseph though Hb6th surprised a hd /
lgry, was obliged to obey, and VI as ]
,ndacted to a waiting-room in the ]
rison, where he was greatly shock Jed i
the news Of A Antoine Lambert's
aath, and by finding that he was {
lspected of the. m urder. The next y
oment, he was vigorously examin led s
Y magistrate, who was struck by &
le grief and npble Indignation
rongly depicted His features. !
4 am accused Of Antoine Lam |
srtt srtt's murder he cried. 4 have +;
ut one answer I'd make--I loved /!
im dearly. II
But you had a Eyeiy-dispute with I
i'm lately?' Il
we we're bothIpassionatsly fond
: our. art-a slight differ ence on