The state rights democrat. [volume] (Albany, Linn County, Oregon) 1865-1900, 1875-06-04
HOW RE WON MS WIEE.

1t was in the month Of January, ii
the year 49,. The lamps wer,
lighted in the gay city of Paris
Although still early in the evening
it was quite dark, for the gloom Of {
stormy Winter night was gathering
over all. A young man, evidently
an artist, to Judge by his appearance
and from q patrolic he sought to pro
tect by his mantle, was seen to hurry
through the Palais Royal and on
toward the Latin QUARTER
He was just about to pass the Ho-
tel de Vile, when, jostled by one Of
the pedestrians, his attention was
attracted by a woman. She stood
close to the houses as though seeking
protection from their cold walls. AS
each one hurried by she would tim
idly extend her hand; this action
alone expressed the muttered wish.
At length the urgent requirements
of her purpose seemed to stimulate
her to redoubled efforts, and step
ping out from beneath the sheltering
caves, she gently touched the artist
upon the arm, and in o. low voice,
full Of modification and distress.
said: "I am perishing for want Of
food; be quick, Ior even now my
mother may be dying"
"A watchman had just ordered her
to follow him, saying it was his duty
to nrrest all found begging; but the
artist interfered, averring that he
knew the young woman, whose un-
feigned terror and evident gentility
had aroused his sympathy.
The request was spoken harshly
as though the heart, overstrained,
could bear no more. In an instant
piece of gold lay in her hand.
"God bless you'll" was the fervent
response. Then, without another
word, she turned and fed swiftly dowr
thestreet. theartists oodand watch
ed her receding figure. Suddenly Q
thought seemed to suggest ilself tc
her mind, for in an instant more she
had retraced her steps, and was agair
beside HIM.
"Your name?" she inquired
breathlessly.
"What does it matter?" was the
careless rejoinder.
"Quick, tell me your name?" she
reiterated, nervously, the slender fin
gers tightening upon the arm she
had clasped.
"Well then, if it must be so, re-
member me as Clarion Diderot, al
artist, on whom neither angels MOI
demons seem to smile, but whose
life will know at least one pleasant
recollection, and that is having sery-
ed one in distress"
Days and months followed the
meeting Just related. Once and once
only did Clarion think he saw the
stranger who had crossed his path.
One evening, as he was about to en-
ter the house, he saw a awoman stand
ing near the entrance. On seeing
him she bent forward, but as he ad-
vanced to address her, she glided
away and disappeared. The follow
ing Winter a painting, on which he
had expended great care and study,
was presented to the public, and it
was kindly received and favorably
mentioned in all the leading Jour
nails, and had been on exhibition but
short time when it was purchased
by dealer-for whom he was una
BILE to discover.
From that moment fortune smiled
upon him, and he took his place
among the accepted talent. His pic
lures were sought for and bought as
rapidly as they could be painted.
A strange whim which 10 no one
would he explain, led him, although
wealthy, to remain in the little room
which had been the scene of his
early struggles Some comforts and
objects of luxury bad found their way
there, ppearancei it had changed
but little. The studio, so homely to
others, was dear to Diderot, and
looked upon by him as the shrine Of
the dream he still silently cherished
of sooner or later again beholling
the woman who had so oddly crossed
his path, leaving only memory
which, like the refrain Of song or
the perfume of a flower might not be
forgotten.
Clarion was seen occasionally III
the gay circles of Paris, and as a ris-
ing man, was smiled upon and en-
couraged by many beautiful women.
None, how ever, possessed the power
to dispel the charm that bound him
to naught but a seeming dream. At
lenoth society grew distasteful. and