Bradford opinion. [volume] (Bradford, Vt.) 1874-1881, 1879-08-02

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away to where daily bread might
perhaps be easier come by than in
this little German town where
perhaps even the carving he was
80 fond of might gain him congen.
ial work, and allow him to put on
one sido this other work that occu-
pied him now.
Beside, If the worst comes to the
worst, and he did not drift into
utter poverty, it did not SO much
matter nop.
And with that ssnow" Hans bur-
led the past, and started forth on
his travels. aa Ff
First, however, he went across
||ths / n 1!4seet gand y an ( The N Ant time en.
roux Us be had to call her.
~ have come to wish you good.
by, madam" he said. "And see,
have brought you as parting pres
ent the little wreath. 1t is finished
now" L
He laid it down as he spoke
amongst the colored roses on the
table, between monsieuer and mad
am as they sat at work.
ooh, that is very good of you,"
cried Rose, the ever ready tears
coming into her eyes. "And so
you are going away" All, my
husband,t turning towards spruce,
neat-figured M. Leroux, "thou
must also wish Monsieure Hans
'Good-speed,' for in the old days
before l was married, he was al.
ways a kind friend to me. And
see what a beautiful present he has
brought us!" ....
At his wife's words, M. Andre
stood up.
"Monsieur is amiable, most ami.
able !! Any friend of madam's is
dear to the heart of Andre Leroux
Let me wish you bon voyage .aad
much prosperity" Then there was
a brief farewell from Hans, a few
tears from Rose, another bow fro m
M. Andre, and Gottlieb had de.
parted, and the husband and wife
were left alone. lf4
''It is graceful, very graceful, y
said the Frenchman lifting the
parting gift Of Hans. "One would
scarcely have thought his great
hands could have fashioned such a
thing. When it grows dark, dear
wife, if you fetch nail and a piecs
Of cord, I will myself attach it {,
the wall !"
"It is pretty" said his wife. 81
always thought so, but now, Andre
that I see it amongst all these red
roses, l am sure that what 1 said OF
it at first is quite true-it wants
color.
"You have it exactly, my wife,
replied NJ. Leroux, with fond apre-
citation of Roses cleverness. "That
is just what it needs-but then we
cannot have everything." And M.
Andres gaze returned with much
satisfaction to the crimson roses
before him. 1t would have sur
prised this couple, perhaps, if they
could have looked on into the COM
ing years, if they could have listen
ed to the words of a world .ronown-
ed collector Of the beauties of art.
Gle only did two of them''-he
was addressing some three or four
eager listeners in a London ball.
room-"the one that he did for
Levison, and which first made him
famous. You never saw it? Why,
it is marvel The curl of the
leaves, the very dew on the fresh
petals, it is wonderful. 1 would
have given him anything he asked
for one like it. But, poor fellow, as
you know, he only just lived long
enough to know he was famous.
"However, when I was last in
Friedrichburg, his native town, and
striving to find out all l could
about him-if he had done any
thing before he went to Rome
there in that wretched narrow
street, as I was telling you before,
I found this facsimile of his great.
est work-a present to a sweetheart,
l suppose. They had told me she
knew him, that be used to live op-
posite her, so I called to see if l
could CLEAN anything about him,
and there, hanging on the wall was
that very wreath that had been
haunting me for months |"
allow did you persuade her to
part with iti"
"Ah, Lady Grace, that was not
very difficult-hOnest English gold.
How her eyes glistened at the sight