Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1861-11-06

u GU his dnblhAOh Sht ANAS"N
n the dreams of his childhoOd-those dream
h which came to him before he loved Lii
II that one he put sternly aside. He studio
|. with heartiness which left him no leisul
for other thoughts, and with a carelessne
!, of money profit which soon exhausted h
purse. He was unable to pay his landl;
: dy. whom he put off from week to wee
. and month to month. She was at first an
noyed at this, but she speedily became re-
t onciled to it. Although unlettered, sh
5 had seen the best pictures from her infar
: cy, and she knew her lodger was a goo
/; one, and would probably become a fash
r iOnable painter. She respected, then liked
: then loved him. His indebtness to he
, diminished the distance between them
She did not wish it less, and she permitte,
it to increase without any serious remom
stranee.
! Nicholas had long ceased to reckon it
when, on the morning of festal day
Madame entered his studio attired in tn
brilliant contadina dress so becoming to
brunette. He looked up from his easel anC
gazcd admiringly at the carmine mantlin!
her brown cheek; at the flashing eye
which could express everything or nothing
at the raven hair, with its smooth braid!
kindling at every curve; at the fine bus
shown off by the scarlet boddice, and tht
rounded arm tapering to large but we'll
shaped hand, and decorated with coral brace.
lets. Madame is very beautiful to-day, u
he said, smiling and bowling, "and hel
dress is perfect"
Not quite perfect" said Madame
"There still needs ring for the finger II
one had but ones dues, one may look as
fine as another at the festival"
81 am, indeed, very far bchind-hand, 4"
replied the artist, sadly, "but. alas 1 know
not how to pay you, unless l take service
in the inn."
"Or," continued madame, gently and
gravely, "become the inns master"
The artists cOuntenance clouded, and he
shivered slightly. Il see" said madame
"the signOr cannot stoop to marry con-
tadina.'
"You are wrong" said Nicholas; ''that
was not my thought. fed from my own
country because she whom l loved refused
me for richer rival. l may not love her,
but the death of my affections has withcr-
ed my whole heart. have nothing left
to give you but a friendship es passionless
as it is sincere"
"But, if the beautiful Signora never
comes to Italy to mar my work, l can win
the sigror's love. can make him bright
sunny home, without care and without grief
save such as the good God sends, and there
his heart viii bloom again, not so gaily
perhaps, but as richly as it did before"
1.-The Signora will never come to Italy
i shall never see her again." said NichO-
las, and he arose and kissed the contadina
on her lips 1t was not such kiss as
greeted the empty air above the picture of
Lily In the studio at Amsterdam, but it
was pure, though cold, and carried with it
no promise which the giver was unable to
perform.
There was at the time. and had long ex-
listed in Rome, a society called the Boutvo-
gal Society. 1t was made up of Flemish
painters established temporarily or perma-
nently there, who received all such artists
of their own nation as desired to join them
The introduction took place at some inn at
the expense of the person introduced
some droll ceremonies were observed, and
then name was given to the new member
expressive either of his physical perfections
dafarf. ,nf of ohorooko, 6
some popularity of artistic style An en-
tire night was occupied by the initiation, |
and, in the morning, all present walked to
a spot at some distance from the city called
the tomb of Bacchus, and there ended the
performance with a libation The gay
brotherhood could by no means let slip so
good an oportunity for the exercise of their
Wit IS was offered by this mis-alliance, and
hey called Nicholas opgang. or elevation.
because from an artist he had become inn
Keeper. But their victim does not seem to
lave been disturbed He took no part in
he management of the house, which was
conducted entirely by bis wife; and, rcliev-
ID from every care, he soon excelled in
andscape painting; the branch of art to
Thich he especially devoted himself
Seventeen years glided quietly and un-
away, when Madame Piemont
lied Whether her prophecy had been en-
irely fulfilled how far her assiduities
warmed and fertilized her husbands chill
d heart-how dear the joys were which
prang up at the call of her own overflow
ng feeling, cannot be known. He remain
d at home for a time, and then gathered
Up his goods and returned to his native
lty. Much was changed since he had last
falked in the shadow of its lofty gables
Then he was poor and unknown, and his
leviee, had he sought one, would have been
/. little boat on stormy sea, without rud-
Ter or compass. Now he was rich-rich
n money, rich in fame, rich in recollections,
n one respect only De was the same. He
Fas still unhoping, for the one prize which
vas to exalt and vitalize every other was
till, as he believed, beyond the grasp
lis return had made him painfully con-
cious of this blank in his life-this heart
7ant which neither genius. nor toll, nor
atience, had been able to supply. Why
id he not remain at Rome? What folly
o feel the blow once again on the spot
there it was first given! Nevertheless, he
'ould live that period over again to its
linutest details, and one afternoon he
'ent to the little bridge where SO long ago !
e had parted with Lily Now, as then, the
citing sun redeemed the trunks of the trees
n either side, warmed the grey stones of the
arapet, and shot far along the water, weav-
lg thereon gold and crimson threads. The :
rcam-tinted, honey- yielding linden BIOS
,ms were musical pish the hum of belated
ees, which shook down a shower of pollen,
nd whose soothing hum was answered
ON a garden clos at hand by equally
iligent compatriot. 10 fragrant thyme
ed The years wished. He seemed to
turn to his green :.ring. Suddenly, not $
fancy-nOt as = ,iSiOn onlv-LilV ap-