The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1874-09-02
No. 35.
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THE ANGEH.TURNED DEMON.

ltal'an artist was walking along
IN tho streets Of his native city,
p'rpIeNcd and dcsponding in con-
sequence OF somo irrating circum.
stances Of misfortune, when ho be.
held u little boy Of such surpri.
sing and surprising beauty, that
he forgot his own trouble and
gloom in Iookin5 upon the almost
angel face before him.
"Fhat face | must bavc,' said
the artist, "tor my studio. WiIlyo
como to my room and sit for q
picture, my little man ?"
The littlo boy was glad to 90
and SEQ the pictures and curious
things in tho artists room; and
was still moro pleased when he
saw what seemed TO be another
boy that looked just lilio himself
smiling from tho artists can
vass.
Tho artist took great pleasure
in looking at that swoot faco.
"hcA ho was troubled, irrita.
ted, or pcrpIcxod, ho lifted his
eyes TO that lovely image on
tho wall, and its beautiful fca.
lures and expression calmcd his
heart and IN u d Q him happy
again. Many visitor to his stu
dlo wished to purchase that beau.
uful face; but though poor, and Of
ten IN nocd Of money to purchase
food and clothes, no would not
soil his good angel, as ho called
this portrait.
80 tho years went on. Ofton-
times rs he looked at tho faco on
glowing canvass, he wondered
what had bocomo of that boy.
GLOW [ should like to SEQ how
he looks now ! | wondor if should
know him? Is ho n good and true
man or wicked and abandoned? Or
has ho died and gono to a botter
land ?"
One day tho artist was strolline
down ono Of tho (ino walks of the
city, when he bohcld man whose
tacc and micn woro so vicious, so
almost fiond-lilke, that ho involun-
tarlly stopped and gazcd at him.
"What spectacle! | should
like to paint that figure and hang
1t in my studio opposite the angel
boy" said the artist to himself.
The young man asked tho paint.
or Tor aims, for he was boggar
as woli as a thief.
"Como to my room and let
mo paint your portrait, and | will
give all you ask" said tho artist.
The young man followed tho
painter and sat for q sketch,
Whom 1T was finished and he had
received u fow coins for his trou.
bio, ho turned to go; but his cyo
rested on tho picture Of tho boy
-ho looked at it, turned pale and
burst into tears.
"W hat troubles you young man" :"
SAID tho painter. 1t was long be-
t"ro tho young man could speak ;
hosobbcd aloud and seemed pierced
with agony.
At last he pointed up to tho pic
ture on the wall, and with broken
tones that seemed to como from n
broken heart, said:
"Twonty years ago you asked
mo to sit for a picture, and that
angel face is the portrait. Behold
me now a ruined man so bloat
ed, so hidoous, that women and
childron turn away their faces
from me; so fcnd.liko tn q t
you want my picture to show
how ugly man can look. All i!
J sec now what vice and crime
have done for NO.
Tho artist was amazed. Ue
could scarcely bcliovo his own eyes
and oars.
allow did this happon ?" he ask
cd.
Tho young man told his sad and
dreadful story; how being an on.
~ son and very beautiful, his pa.
rents pctted and spoiled him :;
how ho went with bad BOYS and
learned all thoir bad habits and
vices and camo to love thom how,
having plenty Of money, he was
enticod to wicked places until all
was lost; and then unable to W worIs,
and ashamed to beg, ho began to
steal, and was caught and impris.
oncd with the worst criminals;
came out moro dcpravod to com
NIT worse crimes than before :;
how every bad deed he performed
seemed to drive him to commit q
worsc ono till it seemed to him
that ho could not stop till it
brought him to tho galIows.
1t was fearful talo, and
brought tears to the artists eyos.
He bosought tho young man to
stop, offered to holp him, and tried
to save him. But alas it was
700 late. Disease, contracted by
dissipation; soon prostrated the
young man, and ho diod before he
could reform. Tho painter hunp