The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1874-08-02
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zion receive medals and decorations. Bus
above all, die; your pictures then will DO worth
so much gold. You see You are talking to O
practical man, who don't believe In neglected
genius. -4u retoir, monsieur. You really
have talent; more even than that do not
hesitate to say you have genius. 44u reroir,
monsieur"
This, Marie was my last adventure. All the
Others were similar. will spare you any
further details. have told you in q few
words what in reality was o long agony. But
despair is brief; it has not the courage to
dwell on separate facts ; it sums up the causes,
and only shows the effects. -
Now, my dear Marie, you know what hap
pened yesterday. The day before there csme
another gentleman, who had not the time to
examine my picture it deserved. This ho
explained to me for two hours without looking
at the picture. He really had no time; for
example, every morning he visits his stables
from ten to twelve, and in the afternoon rows
on the lake from four to six.
AS for Baron dc Brienne, when he left, no
assured me he held my talent in the highest
estimation that he would like to have
gallery of pictures all painted by me, as it
| would probably day DO very valuable;
later, my pictures would sell splendidy, and
he could make money by the operation.
If there is ever to be later day for me, I
shall find him, when will no longer need him,
and he will be the first to show me honor.
Adieu, Marie. was sangune SO buoyed
up with hope, it needed all this time-all this
precious time, of which these gentlemen had
SO little to waste-to bring me where I am
now.
Think the baron saw despair in my face, for
he used a singular expression on leaving which
had not provoked by any remark.
my dear sir, do not look 30 dismal and
wretched. not the Don Quixote of
budding genius. Make yourself known, mako
y onrself known, and you will find me But il
your courage fails. you will commit blunderB
and spoil your talent, for which will not be
responsible like Pilate, wash my hands of
yon"
listened to them going down the stairs. -
mo, no." said he to his wife lyon see for.
my portrait must have q master, signature"
perhaps, replied the baroncss-" perhaps
we have done wrong to discourage the young
MAJ"
"DisconIagef What are you talking about
told him he had great talent. Do you wish
to know what think 7" he added. AZ he stood
for an instant before her. &" What rnns art in
the present day is that it is GorGed with gold,
and that too few men Of genius die in the
hospital-that is the Teason~ o.
Adieu, Marie.
Something else was said, which Paul did not
hear.
The baroness paused, as she was about 20
enter the carriage.
"WelI, what is the matter with you 7" said
her husband.
al not very WELL" sho replied.
$50 IEnch more reason for getting 10 the
carriage. What ails your
1.-THE face of that young man haunts me.
Who knows what despair may drive him tot
Who knows how terrible may be his hidden
sufferingf Let us go back. feel as though
we had just committed n crime. Let rs go
back. Thirty years ago l read story which
had long forgotten, but that now returns va
guely to my memory as a warning. l no longer
remember the whole, bot the impression comes
back vague and terrible after thirty years.
All let us go back"
The baron stopped, and laughed immensely.
"Ha! Ina! Are you crazyf Haven't the
vi9ht TO choose the pictures wish TO buy L.
there law which compelS TO buy pictures
from this gentleman I speak TO you very
seriously, my dear such fancies rs these wiIl
make You crazy. Ihere ID u Bro1t oesi u III
sanity in our present day. Let US take oareS
let MS take care!"
Marie, after readin : her brothers letter, was
half frantic with terror, as sbe knew him
thoroughly, and understood his bitter despair.
Che lost no time, but left in the first train.
Arrived in Paris, she ran to the little house In
the Quarter Latin where Paul lived. She was
A., o~nfteA 70 take n aarriave The rarid vraIlr
seemed 20 sSOthc her. In the ears she longsd