The aegis & intelligencer. [volume] (Bel Air, Md.) 1864-1923, 1865-07-07
Gossip-A Story of Love and Re-
yenge.

story of unlawful love and revenge:
The chief actor is one of those Bedouin
Englshmen who live alternately in all the
European capitals, except when they are
on an occasional jaunt to Egypt or to
China, or to India, or to the Holy
Land. He never travelled alone his
wife was alMays with him, his Jona fde
wife, for Notwithstanding his Grant life
so apt TO weaken ones morals-he had
all the English respect for the sex, and
a true Englishman's love for his wife,
She was beautiful woman, one of those
"keepsake" beauties, that once seen makes
man dream forever. Her social success
was very great in all the cities they visit
ed.
In Rome, after some years marriage,
they became acquainted with German
artist, Of a good deal of reputation, who, to
his art, joined the learning of Benedc.
tine, and knew the city of Rome as we'll
as Winckleman or Viscenti. The Ger
man volunteered to be be their cicerone in
the Eternal city; they gladly accepted his
offer. Many were the hours they passed
with him in the museum of the capital, in
the Vatican, in st. Peters, and in the de-
lightful excursions they made in the en-
virons of Rome. The artist became in
love with the English lady; she recipro-
Gated his affection. The husband was
long while in seeing the stain upon his
honor; several years had passed away be.
fore he perceived it, for he was very much
pleased with the artist, and they had long
been upon the most intimate footing
Although stung to the quick by such
taithlessness and such gross violation of
the laws Of hospitality and friendship, he
said nothing he disliked scenes he was,
nevertheless, determined upon complete
revenge, and he appealed to cooler refec-
tions to furnish suitable punishment.
The passions are bad counselors. He
left Italy and retired with his wife to Eng
land, saying nothing but az revoir TO the
artist. When he reached England he
told his wife Of the painful discovery he
had made, and he gave her back into her
fathers hands He then returned to the
continent alone, and visited Germany,
Russia and France, where he purchased a
great many paintings; be then went to
Italy, meanwhile continuing to purchase
paintings, and at last-two years have
now passed away since their last meeting
he called on the German painter, who
still lived in Rome, and demanded salts
faction from him. His challenge was
accepted, and the Englishman, according
to the European custom-much better
than ourS-being the offended party, Sc
lected the weapons. He chose pistols.
During the past two years he had prac-
tised daily for several hours, and his
known address with the pistol had become
an unerring certainty of shot. lie sent
the shot wherever he wished it to co.
The parties went on the ground-they
were placed at thirty PAGES apart, with the
privilege of advancing ten steps before fir
ing. The signal was then given, One
Two! Three ! Fire The word was scarce
ly out of the seconds mouth when the
Englishman fired, without moving; his
antagonists pistol fell from his hand, and
was discharged by the fall, the ball burying
itself in the ground. The Englishman's
ball had shattered the artists hand, and
anputation was necessary; his career was
ended-and forever
A few days after the amputation the
Englishman called upon him, and with
out noticing the angry reception he met,
said to the suffering artist:
eff you think my vengeance is satisfied
with your shattered hand and the wreck
of your artists career, you strangely I'M
derrate the agony of deceived, dishonor.
ed husband. Though have condemned
you to life of vain regrets, to o never
ending series Of impotent signs. to to.
tai oblivion by all amateurs aud histori-
ans of art
ooh, no, sir" interrupted the artist,
his face beaming with ray Of hope, "thc
last you can't do. My Madonna at St.
Petersburg; my Luther at Berlin my
fight into Egypt, at Paris my"
The Englishman interrupted him in
turn
"Spare me-" said he, "the names of
your works, but look over this catalogue
and see if have not the exact list of them
ALL"
eyes, they are all there, even the
painting that finished the day before the
duel.'
$50 | was persuaded. All the paint
ings on this catalogue are my property
| do with them what l please.
please to burn them, to burn every one of
them, that your name be etfaced from the
glorious rolls of artists. In two hours
from this time your toll, your conceptions,
your skill will be as completely effaced
from this world, as the lines which the
urchin traces in the sand are efaced by
the rising tide; fire is as destructive as |,
water.
In vain the poor artist begged for mer-
cy the wronged husband was insensible
to his supplications; and in two hours
the servant brought to the artists room
large earthen vessel commonly used to