The Louisianian. [volume] (New Orleans, La.) 1870-1871, 1871-01-26

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"What isit you, EcclestonpP haven Z
seen you for an age. Where have you
Kept yourself p" l.
And saying this, he joined him with 4
hearty eagerness Of manner which be-
spoke real pleasure at the meeting. Turn
ing the corner ofa street, they came upon
a house whose one bow-wind0w shed out
q bright curtainless fadiance upon the
pave and looking in, you saw q pleas
ant room full of pictures and all manner
Of delightful and charming things.Yo ,nnr
"Here we are now, Eccleston," ex-
claimed his companion "and you must
come in for . minute, and see q new pic
ture have r eW DOS Tc ~ ~
Il was early !; Alice would not expect
him for half an hour yet 30 he went
in. 9sdi 10 ll,i'iU ord tH1mI.a oW ailLH
Come round this Eide-there now,
with this Highland tell me honestly
what you think of it when you're rea-
dy." 19-rcg .n,l %. asaa21 L-i.
There was q pause In it the host
watched his guests face with eager scr,i-
tiny. Buthe was so eager he could not
keep silent long. .or1 i-a- doI
WELL, he presently exclaimed, "do
you recognize it ?" .''I .
"Yes it is copy Of that loveIest head
Of all those lovely fancy heads of Rosalba
Caniera in the Dresden Gallery. But
though I recognize, must tell you
frankly don't like the copy"
"Well, where is the fault ? I see there
is fault, a want, or something, but it is
10 intangible I didn't know but it might
be in my remembrance"
Eccleston, with his eyes still on the
picture, sat down absently at the little
table standing before it, and in the same
absent manner took up pen
ell that lay upon sheet of drawing pa
per, and with free hand and dreamy
eye fell to sketching. A few strokes,
bold and firm, and he held it up for in
spection. H'4
THAT is what I mean. Do you see
It p a1@ -
The other uttered an exclamation of
delighted satisfaction and no wonder.
His doubts were all cleared in an instant.
He had not mistaken his first impression.
Here was the solving of the difficulty ;;
and just a few lines by this amateur on a
piece Of white paper had wrought the
miracle had given to that loveliest head
It's wonderful airy pcse, which the finish
I'd copy lacked.
"Eccleston, how did you catch it ?"
''Oh, I have spent hours in that parti-
cular room before that particular picture;
md it was this very lift Of the head, and
hat matchless setting on of the throat,
which impressed me most. :" ~ y '-- / y y
~ wish that something might be done
10 this, but I suppose" f cue 9nomiI
'No. )" interrupted Eccleston. quickly
md decisively nothing could be done
10 this It is IN the first drawing that
The whole aerial grace and spirit are FIX
Clarke steyner as be listened specuA-
sed curiously, As he had done many q
lime before, aboIuut this John iEccleston,
Md wished he knew more 2bout him. A
year ago he had met him at an artist exi
hibition. e II he remembered rightly VAL
d himself had introduced them and he
,sd learned then that he was . book
Keeper at warde and Skdo's, and fine
udge II pictufes-'a man Of unerring
aste," according to valGa;; and he had
never learned anything more. = They had
net IN ptintlshops, studios, and exhibi-
ions, until q sort Of acquaintance had
,een established through their mutual ad-
Of art, and Steynsr KSd proved
Vim to be, indeed, "a man Of funerring
aste." But how did this man, with all
lis various cultivation and travelled lore,
.ppear here in the counting room Of an
He could not answer this
question. Who could? Who knew any
hing more of him than what he knew ?
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