Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-03-09

doubtless IN the picture some few varia
tons from the rules of art: but those
few are lost amid it's transcendent beau
ties. Sebastian! Sebastianp' he cried
interrupting himself, 1--WE will soon find
out the mysterious artist. Sebastian y
he continued, addressing himself to lit.
tie creole about fourteen years of age
who hurried at the call of his master,
"have not ordered you to sleep in this
place every night2'
YES, senior" replied the timid and
terrified boy.
swell, and do you sleep here?"
eyes, senor.''
"WelI, then, speak, who was it that
either last night or this morning entered
this room before the arrival of these gen
tlemen? Speak, or I'll soon find means
to compel you'll" exclaimed Murillo to the
| boy, who continued revolving his feather
ed cap upon his thumb without replying
"unravel the mystery"
IN ooody, senior, that know off," re-
piled Sebastian, tremblingly.
"Slave!"
"No one but myself has entered this
apartment, upon my word, senor,' re-
peated Sebastian, kneeling and raising
his hands implorinely to his master.
"Sebastian," replied Murillo, firmly,
''isten to me. am determined to find
out who painted this Madonna's head,
and the others which these young gentle
men have observed there for several
mornings past. This night you shall
keep watch, instead Of sleeping; and to-
morrow, if you have not detected the
guilty individual, yon shall receive TWEEN
ty- live lashes. Dos: thou hear? Go and
grind your colors, and you, gentlemen, go
to your work."
The young men applied themselves
with enthusiasm to their occupation. but
no sooner had Mu,illo left the studio
than the mysterious artist again became
the subject OF conversation. Mendez
spoke first.
''Looh out for scorrging tomorrow,
boy, if you do not detect the intruder to-
night. Give me some yellow"
You do not need any, Senior Mendez.
There is already too much yellow on
your picture. AS to the intruder, it's
my opinion it's Zombi."
"Cease your stupidity about Zombl,"
sa10 Gonzalez, lmpatlentlY.
"You may believe in the Zombi or not,
SeDor Gonzalez, but that does not dis
prove his existence, nor that he is some
times good spirit and som.imes a ma
liclous one; for it was he, undoubtedly.
who so pulled the arm Of your "John in
The wilderness out Of shape; for" con-
tinued Sebastian, jeeringly, eff the other
was equally long, he might unloose the
latchets of his shoes without bending his
body"
The attention of all was directed to
Gonzalez picture, and they cast a look of
establishment first at Gonzalez and then
at Sebastian.
DO you not all see that there is truth
in Sebastian's criticism?' said Isturez.
examining more closely the unnatural
limb, which had hitherto escaped their
observation.
Gonzalez colored, looking angrily at
lsturez, and pettishly reminded Sebastian
of the twenty-five lashes he was to receive
the following day.
1t was night. and the studio of Murillo,
the celebrated painter of Seville, which
during the day presented such scene of
mlrth and activity, had become silent and
solitary as the grave. A single lamp
burned dimly upon the marble table in
the center, and ner it stood a boy, whose
pale complexion accorded well with the
gloomy darkness in which he was en-
veloped, and whose large black eyes
sparkled in the obscurity like lustrous
brilliants. He was leaning upon an easel
In graceful posture, still and unmovable,
and plunged in the profoundest rehec-
ton. Without his observing it, the door
opened gently, and a man, whose features
1t was impossible to distinguish in the
gloom which pervaded the apartment.
entered. advanced toward him and called
him by name. Sebastian was too much
occupied to reply. He was seized by the
arm.
Sebastian raised his eyes-a tall, fine
looking creole stood before him.
what brings you here, father?" asked
the boy, with evident concern.
"0nly to keep you company, my
"That is unnecessary, father; return to
your bed. I will keep watch alone"
But the Zombi2"
Sebastian smiled and replied:
II am not afraid of him, father"
"But if he should take YOU from me.
my child?'
The boy raised his eyes towards the
large skylight in the vaulted ceiling,
through which the twinkling stars were
gllmmerlng with peerless ray.
place your trust there, father, and re-
| turn again to your bed. I will Law nv
self down upon the carpet and seek for
getfulness in Sleep"
But are you not afraid the Zombi will
come, Sebastiap!'
mo, rather; the belief in the Zombi is
only superstition of our country; and
Father Eugenio has told me as there are
no such things as supernatural beings"
why did you tell the young gentle
men of the studio, then, that it was the
Zombi who sketched those mysterious
fgures?"
For my own amusement, father; !
enjoyed their establishment"
"Well, good night, my dear bow" said
Gomez as ne left the room.
Sebastian no sooner found himself
alone than he leaped about the room for
JOY.
"And now to my work." he cried
put stopping suddenly, he paused and re-
Elected on the morrow. "Twenty-fve
lashes it do not tell who has sketched
these figures; and double that number
perhaps, if confess myself the guilty
one. VIVA. snail dog
Sebastian kneeled upon the carpet
which served him at night for bed; but
all irresistible drowsiness crept over his
senses in the middle of his prayer, and
leaning against the marble wall of the