The Canton advocate. [volume] (Canton, D.T. [S.D.]) 1877-1897, 1881-06-02
IN LOVE WITH A PAINTER.
From the French of Theodore de Banvlle.

neurological pictures have most de-
lighful modern air. His Grecian god
desses look like Parisiennes; their wind
blown hair, their high-heeled sandals,
and peculiar twirl given to their
drapery have captivated the Partisan
ladies'. So they crowd jacques studio,
and implore him to let them sit fer
Dianas and Andromedas. But he is
most unromantic fellow, and is swayed
by no considerations other than those
Of gain. Although he is but thirty, he
has gained fame and some fortune; and
he is so industrious that he flies from
useless words and time-consumers-|
that is to say, women and beers.
A year ago, just after the art exhibit
closed, jacques determined to 60 on :;
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. It was G nice little note, da;nt-
lily perfumed, and the address was
written in the most delicate hand i'm
aginable. He read it, frowned, and
crumpling it up, threw it on the floor.
"Confound the woman" he cried.
"What's the matter?" asked his
friend.
"Why, I'm such an unlucky fellow"
replied Jacques. there's always
some woman or other bothering me-"
writing about how she admires my
paintings, and how she'd like to see
me, and all that sort Of thing. Just as
il q 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
l.eonie," such a street and number.
But" said Eugene, who was read
ing the note, "it's very we'll written, l
assure you, full of most delicate wit.
What are you going to do with it ?"
"Oh, you literary men p groaned
jacques. "What am | going to do
with it7 Why burn it, Of course.
What do you suppose l am going to dc
with itr e 4
"l'll tell you what to do with it," said
Eugene, "you're going away"
eyes"
"Then give it to me-"
"Why, what will you do with it?" said
Jaques, with astare.
'Well, I'll play painter" replied Eu.
gene. sI'm not much of a one, but
can daub a little enough, at all events
to deceive a woman in love. And III
find out who Nine Leonie' is-that's
only part Of her name, I'm sure"
So It was settled. Jacques Bruhiere
painter, set off for Switzerland, and Eu
s,ns~c ID r ,,Nnv> of 1otkoro rny,, ~, or
to personate him. But only for Nine
Leoni. Other visitors were told tn,
truth-that the master was gone.
AT last she came. Eugene's roman
tic fancy had painted her as young an,
beautiful. But she was more than tina
she was divine. She was q brunette
and had the most delightful nose, tn
most sparkling eyes, the most gloriou
hair, and the most adorable little hand
and feet that Eugene had ever seer
He Aattered himself that he was cor
rectly made up for his role. His vel
vet blouse and jaunty cap were littl
too clean, perhaps, but that was q goo
fault.
Nine. Leoni wanted her portrn
painted, and il WAS very difficult for he
to decide how it should be done. Sh
Wavereti long. One day she would
Omphale; the next she had decide
ttihat 70 he represented as 5aiome W,
necessary TO her peace Of mind. B,
when Eugene had made his prep
rations his tickle goddess decided tn
Delilah was the character that suite
her. And then she would wand
around the studio and drape herse
with the barbaric stufis used by Ion
gone models, and handle the curio'
weapons and examine the porcelain
Ard then she would say that she "
weary and would come the next da
And she would 20, leaving Eugene
Laasi deeper in love than ever.
Al for him, he was in . dream. /
had retired from the world. At his on
quarters his door was daily stormed
publishers, by managers, by printe
boys, b creditors and by friends. 3
no one knew whore he had gone.
had told hin servants he was going aws
but had not told them where. It u
wrong. decidedly wrong; but he tool
certain fssocious Joy in it whom
thought how no himself had once p,