The Brookhaven ledger. (Brookhaven, Miss.) 1875-1883, 1881-05-19
IN Love With A PAINTER,

whose mytnOlOSlcal PICTURES, ha'o
a most delightful modern air. His
Grecian goddesses look like Parislen-
nes; their wind-blown hair, their
high-heeled sandals, and peculiar
twirl given to their drapery have
captlvated the ParIsian ladies. So
they crowd Jacques studio, and i'm
plore him to etthem sit for Diannas
and Andromedas. But he is most
upromantic fellow, and is swayed
by no consideration other than
Ui1Iose OF gam. although he IS out
thirty, he has gained fame and
some fortune; and he is so indus
trious that he flies from useless
words and time -consumers-that is
to say, women and bores.
A year ago, just after the art ex-
hibit closed, Jacques determined
to go on a sketching tour. So he
packed his trunk, assisted by his
friend, Eugene de Lassi, and was
bidding adieu to his studio, when
the servant entered with note. 1t
was a nice little note, daintily per-
formed, and the address was written
in the most delicate hand imagina-
BILE, He read it, frowned, and
crumpling it up, threw it on the
floor.
"Confound the women" he cried.
"What's the matter!r' asked his
friend.
"Why, Tn such an unlucky fel-
low," replied Jacques. There s
always some woman OF other both
ering me, writing how she admires
my paintings and how she'd like to
see me, an all that sort of thing.
just as if man would say he would
like to see my paintings because he
admired the cut of my beard. ="
Look, said he, picking up the letter,
'''address Madame Leonie, such a
street and number y
But" said Eugene, who was read
ing the note, 'it's very we'll written,
assure you. full of most delicate
wit. What are you going to do
with III"
ooh, you literary menu groaned
Jacques. "Hhat am l going to do
with 1T? Why burn it, Of course.
What do you suppose | am going to
do with it?"
''I'll tell you what to do with it,
said Eugene; ''you're going away
eyes"
"Then give it to ne"
"Why, what will you do with itT'
said Jacques with stare.
"Well, I'll play painter" replied
Eugene. "I'm not much OF one,
but | can daub little-enough, at
all events, to deceive a woman IN
love. And I'll find out who Mime.
Leonie' is-that's only part OF her
name, I'm sure"
So it was settled. Jacques Bru
hiere, painter, set off for Switzerland
and Eugene de Lassi, man Of letters
remained to personate him. But
only for Nine. Leonie. Other visit
ors were told the truth-that the
master was gone.
At last she came. Eagene's ro-
mantle fancy had painted her as
Young and beautiful. But she was
more than that-she was divine
She was a brunette, and had the
most delightful nose, the mos'
|sparking eyes, the most glorious
|hair. and the most adorable LITTLE
hands and feet that Eugene hae
lever seen. He fattered himself
THAT he was correctly made up fol
his role. His velvet blouse .ant
ljaunty cap were little too clean
lperhaps, but that was asagoos
ffault. s., !.
Nine. Leonie wanted her portrai
painted, and 1t was very difficult 70
her to decide how it shonld be done
a She wavered long. One day sh
wonld be Omphale; the next sh
lhad decided that to be represents
i as 6alome was Anecessary to he
.lpeace of mind. But when Eugen
made his preparations his fickl
lpoddess decided that Delliah wa
I The character. that suited her. An
fthen she would wander around Y
studio and fdrape herself with th
barbaric ,Stnffs used by long gon
|models and handle the curior
q weapons and examine the porcelain
And then she would say that st