The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1876-11-26
THE MORNING STAR AND CATHOLIC MESSENGER SUNDAY NOYEA

"You have made your three 10 wers on paper
but the csmellia must be velvet, the rose siik
and the petunia gauze.n
He was already ct distance.
He seated bimsef at Q table, and the scholars
rose up on all sides to discover his secret.
Your fingers are like roses," said be, "aud
my fat fingers resemble those OF Danuoiar
| peasant, yet you come to look at meW
Taking q pencil, be plunged it into vessel
of clear water, scarcely touched the palette
applied the pencil to the blank vellnm, and
10 as If by magic. appeared lar &c brilliant
msllow, with its chalice of dark velvet There
was o burst of admiration. e,
Is that very difficult = said he and passed
on.
Before reaching the next table, little apart
from the others, he stopped, and, seizlng
George by the arm, directed his attention to
double spray of convolvulus, cApriciously
following the dictates Of its natore, twinipg
and white. it's sagittate leaves, it's spiral ten
drills, all grouped in the most happy manner
He then poin ted out the attempted reproduc-
tlon, its freshness and fidelity, and lastly, the
Here were reunited art, flowers, beauty. he
remained in oontemylat
The young artist, bending over her vellum,
was too absorbed to have eyes or ears for any
thing else.
"There is Q good PICTURE" said Redoute
aloud to George, who stood beside him at the
table.
The young girl lifted her head, and per-
ceived for tine first time that her toilet was
somewhat disarraDged; amidst the eagerness
animation, and love of her work, thin black
loosened and partially slipped off, leaving bare
the shoulders and part of her neck. The heat
being excessive, she had not noticed that the
scarf was off, until her attention was arrested
by the voice beside her. A vivid crimson suf-
fused her usually pale features; in great con-
fusion, she caught the rebellious scarf, and ap-
peared to be in search of something.
Take care, you will spoil your painting"
exclaimed the NYOa want
Alb! here is one, fortunately-hers 10 one mon
sieur has in bis cost-sleeve." And be took me
ont of the coas-sleeve George, after mo-
ment's hesitation, nervously handing me to the
young woman, said:
g Bs careful not to lose it,"
She looked at him with an air of astcnish-
ment, and, smiling, took the pin.
Had the artist been pretty only, she would
never have attracted the attept ton of so seri-
GUS and inobservant a man as George; but, by
one of those singular coincldences seldom
known beyond the realms of romance, his al
most startled gaia was immediately fixed upon
her.
The splendor of her forehead, her we'll
pepciled eyebrows, her soft eyes shaded by
dark silken lashes, her pure, frank counten-
ancs with its tnge of melancholy, all wildly
recalled loved image that had been to bin
consolation aud balm in hours of sorrow. I'm
agination had doubtless added her mite to this
resemblance, but still for him il was
the living, wonderful original of Correggio's
- Allegro" that breathed and blushed before
him.
Nothing was wanting to the picture, neither
The pale star upon her forehead, figured by an
byzantine which friend had stealthily slipped
INTO her hair, nor the black scarf floating over
ner white shoulders, nor the bouquet OF large
,cabiosa W hicb Redoute, by touching analogy
had thrown upon tho table in his distribution
of flowers.
Her abudnant mass of hair, blacker than
ebony, was arranged in q loosely twisted coil,
rom which escaped several heavy ringlets
alliug gracefully upon her neck. But one very
feature increased, if possible, his
interest in this living picture: Tiny lock OF
white hair, like thin fllet of quicksilver upon
waves of ink, the seal of utfering imprinted
upon her torebead.
Youth and beauty sorrowipg what an at
tractiVe mirage; what an inexpiIcable treasure
for pure. hearte man to fdd!
LIST others seek happiness in multiplying
fortune by fortune in giving sll to those who
want nothing, in worldly vanities, festivities,
ambitious pr'jecfs; but for him, dearer the
ambition that looked forward 10 the hope of
owing, consollug, serving, as its highest earthly
goal.
George, plunged, in this reverie, was aroused
by Red ute, Who, having, conpsimented and
his scholar, accompanied the
visitor TO the door, promising to go SOON and
look at the paintlng of Van Huysum's, of which
he was to make copy for the barcn's gal
lery. Ire visitor turned and gave another
glance AT the living picture which had 40
fascinated him.
Tie Departure.
George FASTENED to resume the work which
had suffered q little in his absence. That
evening, the ladies' were assembled in the
drawing -room, lightly discussing the days ad-
ventures
And our wager I" said the English lady.
81 have lost it," replied Madame Wolf,
blushing. 81 was too fast, Here the
twenty louis, my dear lady; the poor shall not
lose by it, aud l acknowledge myself van
qusbed."
Thoughtful and q1iet, Madame Wolff,
pleading indisposition, kept aloof from the
company.
The baron also appeared anxious and rest
less, and to his wife every glance spoke q re-
proach.
The English lady gaily conversed with her
friends.
"What is the matter with our dear barSnessf
am going to return her money, for believe
che really won the wager. I fear, hewever.
the victory cost her more than she expected"
"Wbat do you mean r. inquired a chorus of
curious feminine voices.
Don't you observe Mr.. Georges smiling,
triumphant ART Look now at his coat sleeve,
do YOU see apy uin7 No; and Won never will