The weekly Ottumwa courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1857-1872, 1865-10-19
al BROTHERS BLOOD.
BY GEORGE ARNOLD.

/ 1t w'as growing hate, and the shadows
Dashe's studio to permit OF his working
much loiiger to advantage. ..f + ~'H ..
| Still, having laid out and commenced q
| lnrge days task. he was compelled 10 com
plete IL at the risk of spelling his picture
! Pigments are memorable masters. They
will dry over night, and drying, they OBJ
stirist,.ly refuse TO blend and harmonic
with the fresh color thHt must be laid on
. next ,lav. Therefore artists generally take
/ pains to leave of mt some given line-the
| edge of IA sliatiow, or the outline OF an OBJ
| icct. ..r ..'.'..
DaShe having rubhsd in the whole of a
| blue Jacket, with all its folds, it's thousand
. wrinkles. its threa. bare and greasy spots,
| had 10 labor late. in order TO paint it in
t solidly. .'...s. .", 3D.
! As he was about finishing the task, to
his satisfaction, the outside bell tinkled
vigorously. The boy who occupied him
self in running errands, attending the
door, and making wonderful paper-cut-
| tings with which To decorate the walls, the
windows, and the fireplace. in the ante
room, l,as3lcned To adnitthe visitor. DasIe
heard light step without, and u decided
| knock at the mysterious and somewhat
sacred portalgof the studio.
| lie opened it rather hesitantly, with tile
! cit repeated formula Oh his iips: ...
/ Excuse me. 1 am Very much engaged
| VIII YOU cali in the morning7" ,......
As he opened the door, however, he saw
that The caller Was merely his sister Nina
| vino had dropped in, as Was an often Gus
! tom with her, to walk uptown In his com
papy. .a ..s..si i.us... ,..t- e.
| 20 c'est tojs' said he. Come in. then
and sit down Il few minutes. iii be ready
| 10 walk up directly" "...-...t. ........ f.
She entered. with the easy air of one ac-
custoinud 10 .he dreadful dignity that ar,
fists eontrive to throw around their dens
and putting her bonnet upon the ''throne'
"a red baize sort of platform. on which
portrait painters pose their slt!rrs-beSal
1 to arrange her fine golden cheyelure, dis
ordered by the bonnet, before the heavy
plate glass mirror under the lofty window
| swell, what are ycu working at to-dayp'
she asked, appealing to the reflection o
! her brother in the mirror. s-. .
| "Wnrs--'wRrS and rumors of wars Rec
handed battle; and rnultitudinous seas in
carnadined.' Nothing else Sells now. Th'
people must have blood and wounds.
am now at a first -clsss hero---a dying hero
Warranted genuine, and guaranteed to di'
in forty minutes by the Shrewsbury clock
Death and fury! CHASTITY death; one-thirt
life size. Nothing else sells now. Hav,
\ you been shoppingY" sa' .a 7@.""i .l
These sentences were calculated slowly
at intervals, as he painted, more in solilo
guy over his subject, than in answer Z
Ninas question. r
"No, i've been down to cutleaf's all tn
afternoon"
/ "And how comes on the volume?"
| "Oh, wretchedly, thank you. wow.
believe I'll never publish another volum
OF poems as long as live. Cutleaf want
to take all the profits"
Eyes; you always say you won't publisl
again, but notice this is your third vol
ume. There, how do you like THAR 1t i
too confoundedly dark to see anything
now, though"
He indicated the picture with his pencil
and taking Nina by the shoulders, place.
her in the proper place whence to view
favorably. t'< -.
"Ah! that's good! Dear me. what mic
Zou-zoup' Eela a.tas #
ayes, and q real one. too"
Her exclamation vas the rssnl; of