Western sentinel. [volume] (Winston [i.e. Winston-Salem], N.C.) 1856-1886, 1878-01-10

the best possible hnnor To-Day ,
thanks to this bright morning sun,
and to- the snccess of. last night
Hon Dieu! ! SO many boqqets you
can't think Really, the life OF an
altiste begins to be amusing. Don't
you find it Sc, as a painter q @
4 confess to you mademoisclle, l
have my moments of dependency.
with your fine talent Think
better of yourself. ] hope, at least,
that l have not been so unlucky as
tc surprise you in one of those in.
opportune moments
/ sAh, mademoisellc,' said the
painter, 'if it were so, one of your
smiles would dispel the cirad in a
moment 1"
Really p replied the actress,
gaily. tAre you quite sure there
is no fattery in the remark ? | am
aware that flattery is an essential
part of an artists profession
sNot true artists, replied Ern
est. 'The aim and end of all art
is truth and he who forgets it is
untrue to his high mission
True said the lady. We'll,
then, .faites votre possi6le-as Ma
poleon said to his friend David
for l am anxious that this portrait
shall be a chef deuvre. | design
it for present.
with such subject before me,
replied the painter, 4 could not
labor more conscientious, if the
picture were designed for myself
The sitting passed very rapidly
for the artist and he was surprised
when the lady, after consulting hel
watch, rose hastily and exclaimed.
: THAT odious rehearsal! l mus,
leave you--but you ought to be
satisfied, for l have given you two
hours of my valuable time. Adieu
then, until tomorrow
With smile that seemed natural
to her, the beautiful CIR! vanished
taking with her half the sunshine
of the room.
The painter continued his labo,
of love. Indeed, SO absorbed was
3 he in his employment, that he die
not notice the entrance of visitor
until he felt light tap OH his
! shoulder, accompanied by tho
word
Bravo, mon cher! !! You are get.
: ting on famously. That is Rose
herself-as radiant as she appears
on the stage, when the focus Of .
lorgnette had excluded all tho
stupid ennuyanteS figures that sur
round her.
The speaker was Sir Frendcri>
Stanley, an English baronet, now
some months in Paris, where he
: had plunged into all the gaycties
of tic season. He was handsome
man, of middle age, whose features
bore the impress OF dissipation.
'You know the original, then {?
asked the painter, somewhat coldly
Know her a! My dear fellow,
don't know anbody else, as The
Yankees say. Why. have the GU
try of the Gate, and pass all ny
evenings behind the scenes. l fat
ter myself-but no matter. have
taken fancy 10 that picture wha
do you say 10 a hundred louises fol
5 it?
Tt is not for me to dispose of it
, You have succeeded so we'll
you wish to keep it for yourself
eh Double the price and let me
: have it 7
t Impossible, Sir Frederic. It i.
painted for Mile. d'Amour herself
! and she designs it for present.
Say no more,' said the baronet
with self-satisfied smile. 4 thinl
! I could name the happy individUal.
Ernest would not crafty the
visitor by question, and the lat
ter, finding the artist reserved ant
distrait, suddenly recollected the
races OF Chantilly, and took hi
leave.
Can it be possible thought the
painter, 'that Rose has suffered he
affections to repose on that con-
ceited purse-proud, elderly En-
glishman ! Q, woman !! woman!
; how readily you bartered th
: wealth of your heart for handfu
. of gold p
) Another tap at the door-anoth
/ er visitor Really. Lavalle mus
: be getting famous !? This time i
is lady-a lady of surpassini
y loveliness-one of those well pre-
! served English women, who, a
: forty, are as attractive as at TWEEN
/. ty. THIS lady was tall and stately
with elegant manners, and perhap
a thought of sadness in her expires
sion. She gazed long and earnesl
ly upon the portrait of Ros
q d'Amour.
q 1t is beautiful face 7 she said
b at length. And one that indicates
t I should think, goodness of heart
II She is an angel" exclaimed th
painter.
!. you speak warmly, sir said th