Mineral Point weekly tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1859-1868, 1863-02-11

Jove, I'll copy it. But is it honorable to
take such an opportunity to be near the
charming creatures is it q fair advantage,
think your
"Why mott Z" l replied stsurely, we
admire all the portraits here, whether on
canvas or not and you have certainly 8
right to select your position"
I wish you could have seen the work
Ernst made of copying the piece he sat
down to. Sometimes his Diogenes stood
out with long, black tresses, and q delicate
1.-THE form; again the cynic would abso-
lutely forget his lantern, and at another
time omit to light it Droll business was
it for Ernst Won Wolzogen, already the
pride of the younger German artists, and
the admiration of all who saw his produc.
tons.
The young girl, meanwhile, was busily
engaged. Acute as the sex are in recog-
nizing an admrer, do not believe she
had any thought that Ernst was other
than an artist intent upon his copy, so
single hearted was she in her own pur-
suits. But this could not last always
The "Village Wedding" was finished, and
our heroine, after an absence of week
during which time Ernst was inconsola-
ble-reappeared at the Louvre, and select
ing picture in another part of the hall,
again commenced her iabors. 1t was q
landscape by Salvador Rosa, painting
calculated to call forth ali her enthusiasm,
and she began it with zeal delightful to
witness.
"What am to do now 2" said Ernst,
despairingly. "Be near her must-l live
but in her presence. What will become
of me now2'
"You should paint her; then you will
have her image TO worship"
"Ah would had the right to do So
but will not steal portrait should
despise myself forever after"
by the way, where is your Do
genes 2"
THAT as most excellent joke. 1t is
the only funny part of the affair. My Di-
ogenes, indeed No one after this will
accuse me of copying Z"
"But what have you done with it Z"
"Done with it? Nothing: 1 gave it to
Laurent to amuse his children"
Then | must get it from him. l will
! give him two pieces much more suitable
tor children, tor the one which he has,
and preserve for exhibition, when you
are renown ned"
| "But that does me no good now. Let
me reflect; do not dare venture again to
copy Dext her she wonld certainly notice
it."
She would not: and that is why adj
mire her"
(" Well, let Us see, then, what am to
work at"
We moved toward the spot where the
girl was sitting.
The dead Christ"
l will not place myself there" said
Ernst, emphatically. "Why will artists
spend their labor on death? as if represen.
tation was their sole work. Believe me,
it is false idea. Life, life always We
have nothing to do with dead bodies"
Ard he repeated his favorite quotation.
I" Look on the ether side"
ga sketch of Paradise" That will do.
The liUing Saviour is there This | will
endeagor to transfer, and she shall inspire
me-"
A short time after this conversation
went to Havre for the purpose of taking
| leave of one of my relations vino was about
| emberking for America. | was absent
| four days. On my return, l met Ernst
| standing at the entrance of our house he
expressed much satisfaction on seeing me,
and appeared, think, more cheerful than
usual.
CHere Franz Won Herberg stopped and
| mused for moment
Messieurs Che continued), what l am
about 10 relate YVES told me by Ernst him.
! self. | will proceed ana take up the story
from the time of my leaving for Havre,
until my return to Paris-a period, have
said, of four days.
On the day of my departure, Ernst went
as usual to the Louvre, and took his &C
customed seat. He had really done some
thing towards copying Tintoret's Paradise,
and was certainly much improving it. 1
have it now in an unfinished state and
you shall see it.
The girl, toe, was busy with her pencil,
while the very proximity made Ernst
sufficiently happy. The next day Ernst
resumed his seat at the usual time, but
the young girl was not there A half
hour passed, and she did not come. Five
minutes more-Ernst saw her walking
along the gallery. His heart beat tumul-
tuously. As the object of his devotion
approached, he perceived that she was not
accompanied by the man servant who in
variably attended her. She walked, how
ever, rapidly forward, cast an uncertain
glance around, then placed chair for
herself, and arranged for Der mornings oc-
| cupation.
! Ernst observed, however. that her
| countenance bore tIoubled look, and that
| her dress was In disorder, and some parts
of it seemed to have been recently soiled
and draggled with mud from the street.
| She continued to wear both hat and shawl
| This of itself would scarcely have attract
ed Ernst's notice, were it not for the
| strange appearance which the young girl
exhibited. So much was be carried away
by it, that, forgetting his previous resou-
ton, he seized his pencil anu commenced
sketching her.
| While he was thus engaged, and utterly
absorbed in the occupation, the subject of
his sketch rose and stepped toward hinn.
Ernst coiored crimson, and, like guilty
wretch, unconsciously drew aside tie pa
per on which he was drawing.
You were taking me p she said.
"On my honor" said Ernst, deeply
moved, son my honor, it was involun
tary;' and he tore the paper in pieces i'm
mediately, to prove his sincerity.
" But Go you desire TO paint HE ~
Ernst dared not raise his eyes. His first
impulse was to fall at her feet and pour
out his soul to her, for the tone in which