New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1885-02-04

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derby he watched over her until she
opened her eyes; but never again was
she conscious.
In her wild delirium she raved of the
days of her childhood-of beautiful
flowers and FLASHING rivulets; but
aught of Jacques mingled not with her
incoherent murmurings.
On the tenth day she died; and the
same night came the news of Jacques
Lambert triumph. Truly, it was q
wonderful picture, and fllled all rsh~
b9held it with awe and admiration.
1t was the Saviour on the Cross"
Blood was streaming from His side,
His hands and feet were fearfully lac
Grated by the cruel nails, and His eyes
were turned toward heaven with such
look of patient suffering and agonized
meekness that they drew tears from
the eyes of all beholders. The lifeless
canvas seemed living, breathing re-
atty, and, with strained vision the
gazer involuntarily listened for the
poor, parched tongue to repeat: "Fath-
er. forgive them; for they know not
what they do!''
One singularity, however, to the in
habitants of bort was that the eounten-
ance seemed familiar, though at first
no one could tell when or where they
had seen one like it. Soon suggestion
arose and was whispered from ear to
ear, causing the greatest excitement
among the usually quiet villagers.
A mob was formed and marched to
the house of the artist; the doors were
burst open, the apartments carefully
searched, and what was their horror,
on breaking open a closet connected
with his studio. to behold the stiffened
corpse of the idiot boy fall therefrom!
Fearful to tell, he had literally been
cruciied! He was found nailed to q
rude wooden cross, his ,countenance
wearing the same expression as that of
the beautiful picture.
No trace of the artist was to be found.
He had fled, and was never heard Of
more. The indignant populace RACED
the house to the ground, and set fire to
the ruins.
The great picture was taken from
the cathedral, but after long years re-
stored.
The good Hermann soon followed his
daughter to the grave, and this legend
is now the only memorial Of poor Paul
Laroni's sad fate.