Mineral Point weekly tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1859-1868, 1859-10-11

happens, sold and disposed withou, re-
morse by the Inhertors OF his wealth af.
ter his DEATH
Samuel went up TO one of the auction
eer's men, and after great entreaty sue
ceeded 10 pursuadng him to allow the
picture which ne carried under him arm,
10 be pat up for sale with other works of
art. The auctioneer estimated It's value
at thee thalers.
Good, sad Samuel to himself; .rhat
will find the food for al least a week-if
| am fortuna-e enough TO find purc,las-
er"
The picture was put up for sale, and
passed from hand 10 hand around the
circle, while The monotonous voice of the
auctioneer repeated:
Three thalers-gong for three ,ha-
lers. Will no one make an advance on
three thalers g.
Nobody answered.
80 heaven murmured poor Samuel,
=" nobody will buy il What is to become
OF mes And yet" he added. :" ii is Inv
best work--I have never done better
The air passes through the foliage of my
trees-any one might say that the leaves
move, rustic and murmur. The water is
limpid-il is the Pregnitz, beautiful, pure
and clear. There is life in The adimals
coming down TO quench their thirs, in it.
And in the back ground ,wha. an anmira-
ble view; the Abbey of Newbourg with
lis belfry of fret work like lace, and It's
elegant buildings. The Abbey of New
bourg whence the monks have been dri-
ven out, and which, fear me nipch, will
soon he demolished by its new proprietor;
for, alas, what will the good Lutheran be
able to do with an Abbey and befry g.
Twenty five tnalers," said a weak,
dry voice, which male Samuel start, and
almost stupified him with lov.
He raised himself upon the tips of his
toes, to see if possible who had pronounc-
ed those thrice blessed words Surprise!
1t was the broker towards whose house
Samuel had been making his way, when
his good angel had inspired him with the
idea of getting his picture put up to auc
tIon.
Fifty thalers," cried a loud voice
Samuel would willingly have embraced
the big man dressed in black, who uttered
! these two words.
"A hundred thalers," coughed the
ready llttle voice of the broker.
1t was instantly d owned by the voice
Of the big man, crying: -
1.-Two hundred traIers.'
"Tbree hundred"
" -Four hundred"
"A thousand lhalers"
a long silence followed among the
persons present, who ranged themselves
around the rival bidders, who stood fac
ing each other like Two combAlau,s.-
Samuel thought himself dreaming, and
uttered confused exliamations
" Two thousand thalers," said the bro
ker, with short forced laugh
" Ten thousand" crIed the bic man,
his face getting purple with rage.
Twenty thousand" cried the broker,
pale and feverish, clenching his hands
and swaying himself with a convusive
movement.
The big man, sweating and puff lg, ,
beloved rather than cried
" Forty thousand thaers!"
The broker hesllated; but the insolent
and conqueror-like look OF his adversary
provoked him, and he murmured:
" Fifty thousand"
a profound silence succeeded; for, In
his turn, the big man hestated.
| DurIug all this time, what had become
of Samuelz He had been endeavoring
with all his strength to wake himself
for he SAID TO himself: "a fter such a
dream, my misery will appear more hor-
riblc than ever. my hunger will be more
ip:oleraoie.'
"a hundred thousand thalers," cried
the big man.
"A hundred and twenty-five thousand
" The original for the copy, you infer
nal broker, and may The devil seize you!'
cried the big man.
The broker got up and went away in
a pitlable condition, and the big man was
victorious, carrying off the picture, when
he saw coming towards him Samuel Du.
ho6ret, hunchbacked. lame aud ragged.
The big man took him 10 be beggar
and would have passed him by after hav-
ing thrown him small piece of money,
bul the hunchback said TO him:
When may | enter into possession of
my abbey, my chateau, and my lands; l
am The painter of the picture"
The big man, who was the Count of
Dunk elsbach, and one of the richest seis-
1ic1<rS IN Germany, was not lIltle sur
prised at The announcement made to hun
by Samuel; but he drew a portfolio from
his pocket and tore from it a leaf, OIL
which he wrote a few lines, saying:
Here, my friend, presen, this and
you will be but in poss ssion of your
properly"
The poor painter was still some time
before he felt quite sure that he was no
under the deIusive influence of a dream
but awakened at length, he took posses
sion of his chateau, sold II, and deternin
ed 10 live upon his means, only painting
for amusement There is something o.
he died in fl of indig" sion.
SERVED THE Fool RIGHT.-Five year