East Saginaw courier. (East Saginaw, Mich.) 1859-18??, 1859-12-15
NUMBER 90.

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elapse before we heard the heavy bolt
: give way inside, and then forced our way
struggling through the narrow barriers.
had flown up the staircase, and found
: myself in the first room, amid the bright
walls of paintings and gilt frames. had
: forgotten to purchase catalogue at the
; entrace, and / had not patience 10 90
back for it, so / strobe round and round
the apartment, looking eagerly for my
: picture: it was nowhere to be seen, so 1
| passed on to the next; here my search
was equally unsuccessful.
1T must be in the third room I said
to myself where all the best pictures
are placed We'll, if it be hung ever so
high, or in ever so dark a corner, 10 IL, at
all events, an honor to have ones picture
in the third roomp
But, though spoke so bravely, it was
with sinking heart l ventured in. j
could not really hope for good place
among the magnatcs of the art while in
either of the other rooms, there had been
a possibility that my picture might re-
ceive a tolerable situation.
The house had formerly been the man
sion of a merchant, of enormous wealth,
who had left it, with his valuable colec-
ton of paintings, for the purpose Of
affording encouragement to Flemish art.
The third room had been his reception
chamber, and the space over the magnih-
Gently carved chimney was assigned as
the place of honor, to the best painting.
The painter of this picture always receive
ed costly prize, for which he was like
wise indebted to the munificence of the
founder. To this spot my eyes were
naturally turned as l entered the door
Was dreaming? stood still turned
hot and cold by turns-I ran forward
1t was no delusion There was my pie
ture, my own picture, in its little modest
frame, installed in the chief place of all
the gallery And there, too, was the
official card, stuck in the corner, with the
words, prize PAINTING, printed in shin
ing gold letters in the middle ran
down the staircase and bought catalogue
that my eyes might be gladdened by the
confirmation of this JOY; and there, sure
enough, was printed at the commence
ment: ANNUAL PRIZE PAINTING JIev
IN Rotterdam, No. 127 - FRANZ LINDEN
| could have wept for delight. / was
never tired of looking at my picture:
walked from one side to the other-I re.
treated--I advanced closer to i'll looked
at it in every possible light, and forgot
all but my happiness.
"a very charming little painting, SIR
said a voice at my elbow.
1t was an eldery gentleman, with gold
spectacles, an an umbrella. / coored up,
and said, falteringly: DO you think SOP
Il do, sir said the old gentleman Il
am an amateur II am very fond of pic
lures. / presume that you are, also, an
admirer of art?
/ bowed.
very nice little painting indeed; very
nice, he continued, as he wiped his glasses,
and adjusted them with the air of con-
noiseur. 'Water very liquid, colors pure,
sky transparent, perspective admirable
I'll buy it.
'Will you?' / exclaimed, joyfully.-
%, thank you, sirr
o. said the old gentleman, turning
suddenly upon me; aud smiling kindly,
so you are the artist, are you? Happy
to make your acquaintance, Messer Lin
den. You are very young man to paint
such picture as that. / congratulate
you, sir: and--I'll buy it,
So we exchanged cards, shook hands,
and became the best friends in the world.
was burning with impatieuce to see
Gertrude, and tell her all my good-for-
tune; but my new patron took my arm,
and said that he must make the tour of
the rooms in my company; and / was
even forced to comply
We stopped before large painting,
that occupied the next best situation to
mine: it was my masters work, the Con-
version of st. Paul. While we were
it, and / was telling him of my
studies in the atelier of the painter, a
man started from before us, and glded
away, but not before / had recognized
the pale countcnance Of Van Roos.
There was something in the expression
Of his face that shocked me--something
that stopped my breath, and made me
shudder. What was it? / scarcely
knew; but the glare Of his dark eyes, and
the quivcring passion of his lip, haunted
me for the rest of the day, and came
back again in my dreams. / said moth.
ing of it to Gertrude that afternoon, but
it had sobered my rapturous exultation
most cffectually. / positively dreaded,
the next day, to return to the studio; but,
to my surprise, my master received mo
as he never had received mo before. He
advanced, aud extended his hand to me.
Welcome, Franz Linden he said,
smiling; i am proud to call you my pupil
The hand was cold--the voice was
harsh--the smile was passionlcss. Ny
companions crowded round and congratu-
lated me; and, in the warm tones of their
young, cheerful voices, and the close
pressure Of their friendly hands, l forgot
Ill that had panied me in the conduct Of
Van Roos.
Not long after this event, Gcrtrudc's
ather desired to have her portrait paint
sd--to console him for her absence, he
'aid, when l should be so wicked as to
AXE her away from him. recommend
ID my old master, whose tutclagc had
recentlv loft. md Van Rooo rao su,.