, 1875-03-14
SEEKING FOR 4 LOST ART.

vert1sed by tho Messrs. Vitslsas, comprisi.
Curioeities, Rare Objects China, Glass, Arm
Furniture, Sketches, Drawings, and Piclnres tt
property Of tho late Mr. G., the well-kuoH
Painter" was preposterous. had bosn, it
true, but once at the sale-rooms to look ut Il
things. Al thst really wanted mas single q
| Venetian glass, which felt certain would be So
at price far beyond my means. Even th
fact that such sale was about to tai
place had entirely escsned my mind, q
seated one evening last winter in tt
public library, which is in tho same building 4
| thu suction-room, I sat absorbed in reading sou
! interesting book. shonld have entirely forgoi
ten the late Mr. O. and his collection, had nj
| a door opened, and heard the monotonous CT
/ OF tho auctioaees coming from the room oppo
| site. I had no trouble in getting good plact
j Naar me sat q man poort. clad; his thin over
coat dripping with the rain, absolutely steame
in the closo atmosphere OF the room. wante
TO give him wide oerth but, just then moro peo
ple couing In. I WAS forced to accept him ass
ne'shbor. Tho first part Of the sale, compiiein
books Of no great value, had neen already sold
then followed some tawdry e3stumes, OF lttl
worth. which we're rapidly disposed OF. "W
this easel, these palet.es, two manl-sticks. witt
1his box OF colpra. What do hear ?" The 10
wns started ut . low figure, hung fire for lon:
time aud was finally knocked down for mere
song. As heard the prico called, notic=d ar
inroluntsry start On the PAT :: Of my nelshbot
Was shot his easel I" asked.
"Neyer raw him in my lifo. nor any OF his pic
lures. Dut mau's tools bare alwavs seemed tc
me- part OF himself. Twas thinking Of the grand
est funeral ever saw, or at least the mosslmpres
sire. It was when romanticlsm set men perhap.
4 nsrfar H%1 1inH sr* %t.e
cxime Of his life, AMI bis pupils took their be-
loved master aud bound hts body on his easel
placed his pnlette and crossed his brushes OF
his bosom. and bore him thus grandlJ to his
grave, like hero ou his war-korss."
An artist yourself :" inquired somewhat
astoniahed.
Certainly" he replied. "M3 last work WAS
5efore @ % iops." This vas 50 n.t9raily sid, with
such an air OF conviction. that felt certain
there WAS no intention on tho mans part OF
giving an impert.nent answer TO nv inqulsitive~
ness. Would you be good enough TO let ma
io:k at yoar catalogue r. he addad-
I gavo him tho catalogue without q word,
making up my mind 10 change my quzrte1a at
tho first opportunity. ny usighbor, with hin
1ather dirty dugers, showing the marks Of toll
On then,in ] 9etvons w" way Turned ps3 s over tue
Gil tick at d certain number opposite to the
Venetian glass. He put his finger directly on it,
*'Accursed luck !" said my neighbor, knitting
his brors. ''D,d you mark thst T.
"I did" I replied.
"Then, Of course, you will bur it7 Yon
giripog for i'll" t?,
IS for it,
'Then I am wasting precious time hore,"
he ss,d. sad1y: "Goqd night" and be got up:
for the glass. came here almost BY accidsut.
am unwiun to depsive you ot what you seem
10 desirous OF purchasing. Tell ms what you
want to give for It, auj, as 1 An somewhat &C.
quainted with the prica such things bring. may
perhaps tell you whether Jon will bavs 1t knock
ed down 10 you" Tho man gazed At me for =
moment, and sat down ayaip. Then he tumb!ed
in his pocket, and produced dirty. though dis
tended pocket-book. Here" said he, banding
bis rallet to me, +" count ho. much money
thera is"
II must decline doing that" : said.
"Why Z" ho asked
"D9cause do not feel 1t liberty to examine
.ho CONTENTS OF your pocket. Can't you mention
he SUN :"
Fur reply the pocket-book va. thrust in my
1and, tho MAD saying, ~ never could find 1t.
Ny eyes are cioaded to-night-ths money is
,oneWhe1ea there"
opened the wallet, and found it stuffed with
newspaper cuttings, in English, French, and
German. all relating to glas1. Bomeof these
Hips we're yellow with age, and thumbed almost
% fragments. At last discovered some ANAL
;hauge, amounting to 50.
1.-Two dollars, NJ said.
"Not enough I" lie asked, in hollow whisper.
II am af'aia not. I see several amateurs
omiug in, who would enap the glass up at TINT !; |
am afraid you have no chance but I will nos
nd on it, II you don't want me to-" The mans |
his. i handed him,bsck his pocket-book, which |
lid through hia trembling haada and foll On thA I