The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1881-06-02


will explain and beg her forgiveness. -
Alasl Poor Eugcne's idea was not a
Happy one.
The next day when Lconieappcared,
it was Jacques who met her at the
door. He was in blouse, cap, and
carried palette and brushes
"oan | see Mons. Bruhiere?' shc
asked, with some little surprise.
That is my name, madame," re-
piled the painter
"You Jacques Bruhiere!0 said she,
with an amused laugh, and she pushed
by him and entered the studio. "You
the great painter? No, MOI" and she
,seated herself and looked at him de-
iianay
But if she was At case in the stldiO,
he seas more so. IIebquick womSnss
cye1noted this, and on the easef there
was already begun 8 canvas in which
she recognized the masters touch
Leonie Was becoming i'll at ease. She
picked up a little Hindoo god which
stood on the table beside her, and fin
gered it nerYousIy. Her hands trem-
bled, the little monster slipped from
them and dashed to pieces on the
floor.
The artist stepped to the wall and
rang the bell The door opened and
a servant entered, clad in livery and
wearing au apron, rendered necessary
by the fact of his cleaning brushes.
Did monsieur rlng?" he asked.
Leonie stared at him and grew
white.
eyes, JEAN" replied the artist.
"Gathcr up the fragments of this
triHe, which madame has unfortunate
ly broken. Now" said he, turning to
Leonio, ''if madame will kindly in
form me to what 1 owe the honor of
this Wis
He stopped Her white, set face,
her starry eyes frightened him.
GA lackey!" she Kissed; "a base
lackey! And 1 haye loved this heart
less, cruel, lying wretch"
With sudden impulse of fury she
snatched up a pretty toy, silver
poniard, which lay upon the table,
and sprang at Eugene. Quick as a
flash the artist dashed between them.
But quick as he was he was too late.
The ponlard struck Eugene in the side,
inaictinga a deep wound. As she did
so Leonie uttered shrek and tainted
away.
Eggene's comedy had become {
tragedy.
Truly a pretty sight for the studio
OF an honest, Woodworking painter,
groaned Jacques Bruhiere, as hegazct
upon the two PROSTATE forms. "Thi'
comes of obliging your friends. Catel
me doing it again.
fa x ]
Three years had passed, Leoni'
was il the brilliant salon of the Count
ess Sagone, whose house was Away
filled With the literary men of the day
and she invariably secured the literar,
lion. She was making her wa,
through the brilliant throng towar,
Leonie.
MY dear" said she, when sh
reached her, ''you have read tha
novel Of which all Paris is talking
lie, dcux Princesses?'"
yes" said Leonie, ''it is charm
ing work
''Do you know its nuthor2"
Eugene de Lassi? No. Is h
here this evening""
eyes. and want to present him t
you. Alb, there he is. Monsieur d
/ Lassf!" and in another moment ther
stood before Leonie--the false painter
: For moment she hesitated; bu
the old spell reasserted itself, and sh
found herself listening, almost again:
her will, TO his pleas for pardon. An
he pleaded his cause most eloquently
81 am half inclined not to forgiv
you, " she said at length. "You aete
) abominably, You know you did"
= Il acted like fool and knavet
said Eugene, "and you ought never
< pardon me; hut you will, won't you:
t "Weu," said the beauty, sem
3 reluctantly, IF you'll be a very goo
f boy
Yes"
"Anl never deceive me again"
"Never."
And never paint any more sue
wretched trees"
Never.
e "Then I forgive you for havin
J played the servant.
n but want to play it againl"
! ''She looked at him inquiringly.
81 want to, be vour servant forever
x X =
d Their frst chill was a boy. He VI
e called Jacques de Lassi, and Bruhie
T was his godfather.