Cooper's Clarksburg register. [volume] (Clarksburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1851-1861, 1857-05-29
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A pleasant little ElOrentine story reach-
ed me the other day. One of our ia.
NOUS American sculptors. residing in III at
delightful city. whittier all. the genius sof
England and America seems totend, was
.ona day seated in his studio at work on
an Apollo-for which. by the Nay,' he
nigh. stand as ay-model himself--when
his attention was attracted by tremen-
dOus trampllngs of horses in his court
yard. He looked lOut the en window, and
beheld a magnificent carriage 4outri-
ders drawn up before his ,door. Pres
emily gentleman claimed admission Ito
his studio. and announced himself as the
Prince di B.. q He came TO give the
sculptor large commission. His daugh-
ter. whOshad been struek'by some statues
of the American that she had seen. wish.
ed to sit TO him for her,bust.gg She was
then below in the carriage. Was the
sculptor at leisure? Price was no object
--7all that was necessary was TO crafty
his. .daug hter, who was an invalid. f-a-
. The soul ptor expressed his willingness
IN begin the work Instantly. ana the
Prince makinga sign To his lackeys from
the window, they proceeded to lift Il
lovely girl. who seemed about eighteen.
out of the carriage, and bore her in their
arms carefully up the stairs to the artist S
studio. The sculptor could not repress
= loOok Of surprise at this curious mode
of locomotion, particularly as the lady
did not bear the slightest trace of illness
in her cOuntenance. The Prince inter
Preted his glance. and replied TO it.
MY daughter has been paraly zed in
oil kar fSEn ~ H.. Il fstfS al.
months. 1t is a sad thing. She has had
all the medical aid in Florence, but
without avail.'' a
The soul ptor looked again at the iuval>
i'd. Nothing more beautiful in face or
form could have been dreamed Of by
Phidias. A face like Cenci's before it
was clouded with the memory of crime;
masses of rich, lustrous auburn hair,
framing clear, pale face. with deep
blue eyes swimming beneath fringe OF
the silkiest black lashes. Through her
delicate muslin robe the contour of d.
~inely moulded form was indicated, and
when the young Signorina cast upon the
sculptor rapid glance. soft as starlight.
piercing as electric Ere, he felI his heart
leap with a mysterious presage of some
indefnable catastrophe. ~ ....
. She sat. The sculp ptor worked at his
model like one inspired, and pang struck
his heart as the hour for her retiring
came. The Prince and his lackeys bore
her. again down stairs in their arms.
The carriage door closed on her, the hor-
ses swept through the gale. The soul ptor
did no mork that day. ....-.. -.
Tomorrow she was to come again. He
lay, awake all night dreaming OF, her.
Their, he. would shudder. and say to him
sell, ut is not love, but pity that l feel.
She is a paraIytic". .---.- - = ,.,,f ". ~,
The next day the saHe scene was re-
,Peated with this difference, that the Prince
having seen. his daughter posed by the ar
tist, excused him self on the plea of a, bnsir
ness engagement, saying that he, would
return in time to conduct his daughter
home. Poor girl! although the, sculptor
was q model otmanly beauty, her deplo-
rable condition was, in her fathers opin-
ion. safeguard against any of the dang
ers which he might otherwise have aptici-
pated. He left the room, and drove away
IN his carriage. 4 silence ensued. The
sculptor dared not look at his model,
but worked away on his clay image
NNASAuSS ~bLII
Then i seems as if slight rustic had fll-
sd the room. A small white hand stole
across bis mouth. and burning kiss vas
printed on his forehead. With almost a
shriek,, he leaped to his feet, and there,
Rith bushes crimsoning her pale cheeks
and alabasters neck. knelt the parlytic girl
With her Beautiful eyes imploring pardon.
saw ;Yogi i q ay2Pa ylQag lime agq," she said.
Ian ,ltahiaR woman. when she loves, knows
no half measure, '"apd Iloyed;you. Ny
father was very strict with me. Icould
not move Without being watched. r It was
impossible for meato meet you o., see you,
Ifsigped paralys For tYo months I had
scarcely moved i. his pity for nay con;
dltlon, my father relaxed his ,sprYellapse
to my motions. i He gratiied every wish,
aud as an, an, invalid, I exeied no SUSPICION
py desiring 70 become yqur sitlet. j nave
Seld l love you. y you. Dc not return. ~ my
love. can only die, t,i+rg ~ h,as:I
ssMhat answer made the Americanssr We
nsed not OF enquire; ~ only when the, PRINCE
dlc cB5Trsetur9sd. he found nothing in, the
studio. but .l q .elay model of his ,paralytie
daughter The, original Was nowhere to
be found A few days aftepw ards, in "a a
small town of France, the Florentine
Princess sunk her nobility in the, n anne Of
an American sculptor. -. - ''''''
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