Butte record., 1854-12-16


spot where she had vanished. "My
poor Anne, you are dead to me-" he ex-
claimed pensivcly. "No, you are not
dead. / see you everywhere--under
these trees, at yon window, beside that
lake where we have talked so often"
While nlusing thus, the poor painter
did not perceive that his horse, which
had nlsohis reminences, had begun to
take the road to the stables Upon the
bridge he drew up the reins again, and
said, signing " No, no, my trusty friend;
We have no longer any right to be here. y
That day, Teniers returned to his solita-
ry home more sad than usual.
Why did sell the chateau :" said
he with bitterness. There l should
have been. in some sort, nearer to my
dear Anne. In those old favorite haunts
I might still, in Imagination, have seen
and heard her."
The next day, he could not refrain
from returning to Perck. The chateau
was then in the possession of wealthy
retired counsellor, named De Fresno
The latter, meeting Teniers in the neigh
borhood, aud recognising him, begged
him to accompany him to his old home,
and consider himself still its MASTER
The counsellor presented him to his
daughter, Isabelle de Fresno. She was
young and fair, and had the same tender
and simple look as Anne Breughel. Te-
niers was delighted with her. She
painted little Teniers offered to give
her lesson. A shower of rain began
to fall, and the advocate gladly took ad-
vantage of the circumstance to detain
his guest. The poor painter believed
himself living again in his ancient splen-
dor. The sweet face of Anne Breughel
was missing; but Isabelle dc Frense was
not wanting in charms. 81
What pity" said the host over the
dessert, " that you should have taken it
into your head to leave the chateau 1t
was to increase the patrimony of your
children, I am aware but that appears
to me to be carrying paternal affection
too far. Such genius as yours should
have palace for an abode"
mature is my palace" replied the
artist, casting at the same time wistful
look at the giIded panels Of the Chateau
des Trois Tours.
"My greatest pleaeure, Monsieur
Teniers,' said the counsellor, "would
be to see you here ali the fine season. y
8. All !" said Teniers, 81 should be
happy to live in such good and fair So
ciety, but my fete-days are past. Once
l was not only a painter, but fine gen
tleman now I am only painter. All
my pleasures are now associated with
my pallet. l shall continue 10 depict
scenes of happiness, but it will be in the
happiness of others.'' So saying, Te-
niers regarded Isabelle tenderly. The
young lady blushed, and turned the con.
versation into another channel.
The next morning, Teniers rose at
daybreak TO return to Brussels. While
his horse was feeding. he took a stroll
through one of his favorite haunts upon
the borders of the lake. 1t was clear
fresh morning; light wind was slowly
moving the mists along the fields of Vii
vorde; the country, refreshed with the
rain Of the night before, filed the air
with sweet odors; and the sun, just
risen, touched the glittering tre.tops and
the towers of the chateau. Arnold Hou-
braken relates this story. Teniers was
leaning against the trunk of tree, sur
veying Tic lake and the chateau, lost in
thought, when suddenly raising his eyes
towards the window where he had often
seen Anne Breughel looking ous on fine
evenings, her image appeared there as
if by enchantment. t'It is she, with
her light hair falling in curls," he ex-
claimed. 1T is the sarae sweet face,
SO full of beauty and innocence. Blu!
in another moment he recognized Isa-
belle de Fresno. sAlas !" he exclaimed
Git is not she; and YETI
He returned to the chateau, mounted
his horse, and rode away slowly All
that week, he did nothing we'll He at
tempted to paint from.memory portrait
Of Isabelle de Fresno, and failed; and
vet, when it was but half finished, the
face had seemed to remind him at the
same time both of Anne Breughel ano
Isabelle de Fresno. Those two delight
full images were forever present to hi:
! mind he sought to divert his thought.