Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1874-03-10

then placed q touch upon that portion OF
the lace where he desired TO represent
reflected light produced upon the boys
check by piece ol blight yellow drapery
shat had been flung across his shoulder
tor effect.
Evidently the last effort had Jailed.
equ lily whh previous attempts in this
olr particular, to produce the effect Il
reelected light lie tried until at las.
veNed. uncomfortable, with n nervo' S
witch OF Ms slIong arm, he flung his
brush a, the pic ure. which. in sweeping
across the lace sti,l vet with color. ma c
IN outline in form If 4 rainbow. Slal =
geling. he sank back into the old arm.
char, with the exclamation, 'BJ S..
I,go, cannot paint! l. is not IN The
power of human genius To produce those
,ucc mparable tintsl' Resting his head
against the back of the chair, he remain
"a as mutionlcSs "a IL dead
The rN'rimdinul conduct OF thc artist
seemed 10 have lille OF no effect upon
The boy who was siin. Tor the study.
tie lorked pleased, rather, than other
wise, and alter while obs r ing no
si.t %. motion on the part ct nis mas
ter. he qlictiy took from hi, bosom bit
OF brown bread. and tell to his repaSt
with rs much gusto as an eplcurean OF
the most refreshing dainIiness.
Stil. the artist did not move. The
boy becoming wearied, and observing
the long shadows oi evening throwing
iheir gray gloom over the quiet room,
s.eathily riadc his way across the apart
ment. when. just as he was about TO lis
appear through The scuIrle hole, he dis
covered thai he had left his cap behind.
Like a cal on all tours, he noiselessly
crepl to the easel. where. grasping his
cap. he then rs silently returned, and
made his exit in triumph, lor he dreaded
another halt hour sitting which he must
endure had his master discovered him.
The artist passed restless night, but
y. the firs, purple rays of the morn Tell
through some OF the broken places in The
roof OF his apartment. spoting the wall,
here aud there, with splashes Of rich,
warm color from the newly set palette
ol old Sol. he hastily rose from his couch,
aud adjusting his brown slonch hat, with
its broken plume OF drab and blue color.
and n dark cloak thrown about his
shoulders ia the pictu esque style 50 Pc
cuiar to all artists. he immediately lett
his room TO seek the refreshing air of
llir Aurur..'s new made morn Alter
slunleriug along Tor while, turning IN
to one street and another, At last reach
ING the public square, he paused aud
stood in meditation, looking AT the quaint
q q sidewalk, and would, perhaps, have
stood 30 engaged Tor a much larger time,
had not the deep tones of cathedral
organ attracted his attention. As he
slowly raised his head and looked behind
him, he seemed awakened 10 new
thoughts. and thus tor several moments
h. stood listening to the sweet, Gcep
sound of church music.
The cathedral doors stood open. and.
looking down the hong. broad aisle, he
beheld "a, the lar end the grand altar,
with lis burning candles. illuminating
Michael Angeles pieInrc Of the Trims
iiguratiou." which giorifies the great
panel above the tabernacle. Upon the
steps beneath were seen The priests in
rich vestmeuts, and the boys in their
crimson cassocks. one swinging back and
forth richly wrought silver incensmio,
in s,lutalion of the Sacred Host, sur.
rounded with sparkling diamonds. st, in
shiaiug gold. raised on high by The
priest. all looking like beautiful dream
revealing itself through wrealhs OF
smoke. tinted by the many coloied lights
that tell through the stained-glass win
dOws.
In another moment he was within the
church, and as he vas good Christian. his
knees soon sought the bard texture OF the
tesseiIated pavement in devotion to thai
Great Spirit who sends the storm unto
the heart and soothes its troubles into
calm.
In few moments more, early mas
was over. and as our young friend was
leaving the church. he felt touch ON his
shoulder, and heard the salutalion,
"Vaya con Dios Senor Diego!" The
+ person who so spoke was far ivanced IN
years. perhaps seventy. His figure wa:
! tall. his face full OF meaning, aud he
had that peculiar something about him DC
speaking the man OF genius. His dress
consisted oil Il halt orn-out caulet cloak
u doublet of black velvet, dark brows
I tights OF stockings, russet Ooo,s, and
long sword dangling at his side. with hi-
hat 80 placed upon his heal AS 10 have The
dash and style OF soldiers OF his time ;an'
although his dress was the worse fol veal
still there was neatness that showed an
effort to make things appear to the bcs
advantage. No matter what such mar
might wear, he would look like gentle
, man.
The contrast OF the two men was strik
a ing. The youth, with his sad lace, ap
E parent, dissatisfied with himself aud the
world seemed to took in doubt over til,
/, tunu iot.vruuud of lie into an indistiuc