The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1885-05-15
jacques Lambert;
OR
The Legend Of German Painter.

The Legend Of German Painter.
Many years ago, in the little town of
bort. in Germany, were two large.
unpaiuted, drearylOoking, old houses
standing directly opposite each other.
One was the home Of the aged Her.
mann Desseldorf and his gentle
daughter, Bertha, who was the pride
of the village and her fathers only
solace, her cheerful presence lighting
up the dark old house like a ray of
sunshine.
The neighboring dwelling vas occu-
pied by one Jacques Lam bert, pair
ter by profession. He was an italian
by birth, very retiring in his manner,
making few friends and seemingly
caring for none His only companion
was employed in stho character of
servant.
The two had come INTO the place
together several years before and I'M
medIatcly taken up their residence in
the old house, but no one knew any
thing of their previous history, unless
it might be Hermann Dusseldorf and
his lovely daughter. For, strange to
say, Bertha Desseldorf, the belle Of
The whole village, who had seen rich
barons at her feet, loved blie dark,
stern man better than all her other
suitors and was his aRiauceI bride
while he in turn worshipped her with
all the fierceness ofhis italian nature
Many times IN the day did her
presence brighten his lonely studio
and her light form linger beside him,
watching his skilltul fingers as the
beauteous creations grew beneath
them, or gazed on the almost angelic
beauty Of the poor natural as he sat
at his masters feet.
About this time came news of a
great exhibition to be held at the
neighboring city of Antwerp, where
he who produced the best repres nta-
ton of the death and Sufferings of
Our Savior" to be placed in the
cathedral, should receive Il prize Of
great value. Some of the best artists
of the day were engaged in the con-
test, and great would be the honor
to the victor.
Jacques Lambert determined to
win the prize. Closely he applied
himself to the task. Late IN the night
his lamp was seen burning through
the window of his studio, and early
in the morning he might be found at
his work,
But as day by day passed, each Cne
bringing nearer the exhibition, he be-
came almost despairing; for as yet he
had been able to create on the canvas
no countenance he deemed a worthy
likeness to our Savior. ue grew pale
and haggard, and in vain poor Bertha
strove TO win him from the project
One day as she stood by his side
looking down at Paul, as he sat gazing
up into her face with his beautiful
eyes, his long golden curls frlling on
each side Of face of almost womauly
sweetness and perfect innocence, she
suddenly exclaimed, ''Take Paul fol
a model!'
Quickly Jacques glanced at the fac,
of the unfortunate, and wildly ex
claiming "Why did I not think O
that myself" he fell back in hi
chair for a moment niotionless. Hi
fierce looks quite terrified the milo
Bertha; but soon recovering lie al
dressed her in his usual manner.
And l must send you away fron
me, cara mia" he murmured softly
s'Your sweet eyes come between mt
and my work, and have so much t
be done"
She pressed her soft lips to his fore
head aud quietly stole away,