The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1885-06-10
a PAINTERS NECESSITY.
ALegend Of Art.

ing old houses, standing directly
opposite each other One was The
home Of the aged Hermann Dsssel-
dorf and his gentle daughter, Der.
tina. The neighboring dwelling
was occupied by Jacques Lambert,
a painterby profession, an Italian
bybirlh, very retiring in his man.
ner His only companion was a
poor, half.wilted lad, Paul savOni.
No one knew anything Of their
previous history, unless II might
be Hermann Dusseldorf and his
lovely daughter, for Bertha DIESEL.
doif, the belle Of the whole village,
was his aftianced bride.
About this time came news Of a
great exhibition To be held in the
neighboring city Of Antwerp,
where he who produced the finest
representation Of the death and
saEerings of our Savior" to be
placed in the cathedral, should re.
ceiye q prize Of great value.
Jacques Lambert determined to
win the prize. Closely be applied
himself to the task; but as days
passed, each one bringing nearer
the exhibition, be became almost
despalring, for as yet he had been
able TO create on the canvas no
countenance he deemed q worthy
likeness Of our savior. Bertha
stroye to win him from his pro.
jet. One day, as she stood by his
side looking down at Paul, as he
gazed up into her face with his
beautiful eyes, his long, golden
curls falling on each side of face
Of almost womanly sweetness and
perfect innocence, she suddenly
exclaimed, "Take Paul for a model"
Quickly Jacques glanced at the
face of the unfortunate youth, and
wildly exclaimed, "Why did 1 not
think of tina. myself" be. fell back
in the chair, for the moment mo.
tionless.
After that Jacques came in every
day for a moment to see her, but
always bade her not to come to him
until his picture was finished, for
nothing must now disturb him from
his work. He daily grew pale and
thin, and his wild dark eyes burn.
ed with a strange FIRE. Allayoided
him as much as possible, and one,
more bold than the rest, alleged
that one night, Crouching under the
window, led, by curiosity, he heard
cries and groans issue from within.
Poor Paul Lavoni was missing, too,
and Jacques offered a liberal re.
ward to anyone who would bring
him back. A party headed by Her
mann Dusseldorf secured the ada.
cent forests and even dragged the
river, but found no trace save
one of the boys silk handkerchiefs,
which they found near the river
bank.
Bertha, in her anxiety for her
lover, watched his studio window
hour by hour. Finally, one day
be omitted his usual visit to her,
and fearing that he might be i'll,
she yentured to disobey his COM
mand, and, entering the house
softly, she crept to his studio door.
Suddenly a low wall, full of hu.
man agony, smote her ear, and
then Immediately following it she
heard a wild laugh and the voice Of
Jacques exclaiming: 1.-THE very ex.
pressionl Oh, a few more such, and
my work will be complete" eau.
tiously she lifted herself to her
knees and peeped through the key
hole. A moment thus; and then
with a piercing shrek, she fell
back insensible. Jacques came
hastily out, terror impressed on
his countenance, and, locking the
door behind him, bore her away to
her home and laid her on her
couch. Teuderly he watched over
her until she opened her eyes, but
never againIwas she conscious,
On the tenth day she died, and
the same night came the news Of
Jacques Lambcrt's triumph. Tru.
ly, it was a wonderful picture, and
filled all who beheld it with awe
and admiration. 1t was the "Sa.
vior on the Cross" Blood was
streaming from his side, his hands
and feet were fearfully lacera,ed
by the cruel nails, and his eyes
we're turned toward heaven with
such a look of patient suffering
and agonized meekness that they
drew tears from the eyes of all be-
holders. But one singularity, to
The inhabitants of bort, was that
the countenauce seemed familiar
though at first no one could tell