The weekly pioneer and Democrat. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. Territory) 1855-1865, 1859-09-23

small fortune in few days, it would be
easy for her to do it in England. by opening
there an exhibition of her pictures and
sketches. March auS Chevau1, (The Horse
Fair) which was exhibited at Williams &
Stevens year or two ago, and which was
so well received by the New York press,
was bought by the Mr. Gambler, an English
editor, for forty thousand francs. When
Rosa visited England she was received like
a princess.
America also paid, the last year, ten thou
sand dollars for a 4" View in the Pyrenees, ~
one of her least known pictures.
A rich Hoilander, visiting her "atelier "
recently, offered her thousand crowns for
small sketch that she could have painted
in two hours. 1t is impossible to comply
with your request" she said, "I am not
inspired"
Mademoiselle Bonheur is below the me-
dium height of women; in appearance,
about thirty-fve years petite, with quick,
piercing blue eyes, and brown hair, worn
short and parted on the side, like boys.
Her dress was brown alpaca, sans crino-
line, with blouse jacket of black cloth.
She looked very boyish.
Mademoisele has also an atelier in the
country, where she spends much time.
When in the city she wears the costume of
her sex, but never ventures outside the bar
rier except in her masculine gear.
The are many anecdotes in circulation
about the little painter.
One day, when she returned from the
country, she found messenger waiting to
announce to her the sudden illness of one of
her young friends. Rosa did not wait to
change her male attire, but hastened to the
bedside of the young lady. In few min
utes after her arrival, the doctor who had
been sent for, entered, and seeing young
man, las be supposed, from the costume, J
seated on the side of the bed, with his arm
around the neck of the sick girl, thought he
was an intruder, and retreated with all pos
sible speed. "Oh! run after him! He
thinks you are my lover, and has left me to
die" cried the sick girl. Rosa flew down
the stairs. and soon returned with the mod
est doctor, who said he did not wish to in
trude.
On another occasion, Mademoiselle had
tickets sent her for the theatre. She had
an important picture in hand, and con-
tinued at the easel till the carriage was an.
nounced. Yes" said Rosa, je suis
prete;;" and away she went to the theatre
CONNIE Ia. A fine gentleman in the next
box to her looked at her with surprise
turned up his nose, affected great disgust
and went into the vestibule to seek the
manager. Having found him, he went of
in range.
Who is this woman in the box next to
mine, in an old calico dress, covered with
paint and oil q? The odor is terrible. Turn
her out !! If you do not, I will never enter
your theatre again. 1t is an insult to re-
spectacle people to admit such looking
creature into the dress-circle
The manager went to the box, and in q
moment discovered who the offensive person
was. Returning to the fine white -gloved
gentleman, he informed him that the lady
was no less than Mademoiselle Rosa Bon
heur, the great painter.
Rosa Bonheur !" he gasp1d. " Who'd
have thought it ? Make my apology to her
l dare not enter her presence again.
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