The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1882-05-25
had touched him d1 E6s shoulder and

said: :" Iake me back with to your
mountain, friend. Let me stay through
the Summer in your chalet, and YOU shall
not lose by it.a' ra 9lSss ~ 42k8s
= smiled at the good iest,n went ON
the honest Haps r and told him oar fare
was coarse ana our shelter confortless
for one of bis kind. Butt he would not
take no. he loves aour4Iaeantaia hea
says, and hopes to get strength and in
splration from them for his pictures, for
that is, his arta HisAE En- gIisiBnam is hard
and strange, SO he shall be called Herr
sGe0ry by us.aaA asa az slz;sa IA 1ss<A - Z
This point having heenssettled by Hans
with quiet decision, the artist stranger
was received without more forsnaiitys
into the simple hospitaiities of the chalet,
and soon adapted himself to their primi-
tive ways. What wonderful life it
was! He breathed = the lexhilarating
mountain air and wasashut in but not
imprisoned by these ancient sentinels.
How silent theyoften were throughfla
OF dazzling sunshine and nights Of clear.
cold frost, and again how many-voiced
as they echoed the wind and storm and
avalanche, or repeated the wild iodel of
the peasauts - - @S6@S 4
He watched Reinhold,the elder meas
an& and Hans toiIing early and late with
simple, faithful hearts at their menial
tasks. Perhaps even more, as was
natural, he watched Gretel moving with
9 light step about her little kingdom,
Alending to each Of her household duties
an Unconscious dignity The clouds
that oftenla beneath them. hidin q tine;
valley from sight. yseemed-and he felt
itAimost with ,alarm-to be bIotting out
msAold life with its achievements and M M
terests ill they grew faint, as q half
sremembered hadream lie sthoughtisof
this mountain lifeSasHef . picture dene,
With Sinpie, mastery Strokes and rich,
pure coloring, and Off his avn, IN seofn-
parison, as a piece of delicate genre
painting, exeaaaea with feYerish ana
slnorbid attention to detail and finish.
And he strove to attain to the strength
and serenity of those who had lived
habitually on sti1e heights. = ssasss 2 {
se&Tet Gretel mas human and eonpan-
ionable, too. One day a. meath must
have passed since his arrivaI-she said
to him with gentle solicitude: az fear
you will not have many Sketches to show
when you return to your country, my
friend. ThisisR aimee clear day. Let,
mefetch your pencils and paper and you
can get g rare outline pf old .Dreizackenl
a But Gretel, what h,atts 4 beautiful atiffl day lay to
gather flowers, and you need the air.
EssIws,s1 Ess US a|Eh seaal e shs Rant vAsrs sshs
So her mia reproos was as usual un-
availing. 81 wae.4s44uux
"You see I am gathering Inspiration,
though my pencil and brush are idle,''
he explained ID her AZ theg swHhg thefns
selves up tora bold pronaontorY where
red and pink rlododend dronss bIossonied
insbrilliant profusion: Gretels always.
fleeter and xsasrsr shan kar geosas, sniioa. L i5.
climbed rapidly to a sti11 higher ledge.
and brought back In triumph i beautiful,
specimen of the pure and starlike iEdei-i
weiss with its strange. Woolly covering.
Her face was flushed with exertion-.
Ordinarily it was SO pale and ranspa-
rent that he bad sometimes compared
her to the Edefweiss, although he had
though iiot Rsbituaiiy; Ne had seen g' 1
sunrise in the Alps, and his artist soul
had thriNedssas eVea&n inaEtistie ssekl.
must, at sight of that marvellous rose,
tint which touches and giorifies the cold
snowy peaks untpdhesseena 20 glow
WIN NE. se y g 1e aLRoe 81 ghst
lpN as ny ne losoAf3u AZ tne husnDh ureleIs
cheeks He1swas rigns. = l1Is arsistic'
sense was eysnoneans YANG - aoraana
s as s1e E,1 ala9 ia1e;lse1s ssaiss ~
/, ! Wnasa neautiIth -Woi1u tnIs is up
heres sne said; ssxswsan "a
ss II only it might fesnasn SO! But
soon the winter willHcome,s and this
happy ssummeribe over,A and there will
besehange and parting Gretel. = ~wx<>s,
= Z Yes sshe safd, quietly.
:. The air, the place, the giri and the
lowers wrought asaIdd den mood in him,
mood both daring and impractical.
{. Is she formed 81 the white ice & of the
sgAciers2 he thought; - can nothing
Maw her frigid heart?'' Then aloud.
= But isneed 7there be parting, Gfetelp
When the cruel winter reigns here with