The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1886-03-17
NO. 74O

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sgain--a man with his life behind him.
had achieved some fame; my name was
well known, but was no longer bright
haired, iight-hearted young fellow, with all
life's prizes to win.
One or two graves lay across the path
had trodden; many disillusions. Thought
Of the man who had painted little Isidor all
most as Of some other whom I had known
and been fond Of.
/ stood before the house where little
Isidor had lived with his mother. II seemed
unchanged. A vine grew over the door,
springingy doubtless, from the same roots.
The door was fast locked, and in any case
it was foolish to fancy that those two dwelt
there still. I walked away, and, wrapped
in revery, stumbled over the toes of an
old friend, who was government official,
and who seized me by the arm with light
italian laugh.
Well met ne said. q thought Q.
going to find you. There is something in
the town which an artist like you must see.
It will not be on exhibition long, for it is a
fine specimen Of the genus rascal, and he
will be executed in few days. He is
bandit-a murderer everything that Is hor-
rible. He has cut of the ears and fingers
of his prisoners and sent them to their
friends, with limitations that If certain
ransom was not paid, this was only the be-
ginning.
90 He was captured at last on visit to
bis sick mother, whom he seems to have
been fond Of. My dear fellow, give you
my word, he is the most hideous creature
living. II you want hideous villain for
any of your fine pictures Here he gave me
a complimentary Italian bow there is his
head for you. he would worry much like to
have you paint him he believes himself
hero. Come, I can admit you to the pris-
on
II went with him. The proper cere-
monials we're accomplished. As an Ameri-
can artist, who wished to transfer this
doomed italian to canvas was permitted
to pass into his cell. He lay upon his cot
asleep when We entered, but started up at
our approach. The most fiendish counte-
nance I had ever beheid was turned towards
us. A wild, black beard hid the lower part
Of his face. His eyebrows, grown long and
shaggy, flung shadow over eyes that gilt
tered like black diamonds, and were inn
mense and long-lashed; but in expression
eyes Of Satan. A great scar crossed his fore
head deep seam lay upon his left check ;
his nose, straight as that Of Greek statue
had nostrils that, while finely cut, had an
expression OF contemptuous cruelty past all
bearing; an expression that must have in.
furiated an enemy and Mortified one who
was in his power"
90 oampani,' said my conductor, this Is
an American gentleman-an artist, who
would like TO sketch your head. he lie q
celebrated artist Your face will be in all
the great salons. You will pose for him
will you not y
60 / have o talent for that said Campani,
with the dir Of monarch receiving ambas-
sailors from foreign court, and shall re-
joice TO oblige the Signor Artist. will look
as terrible as possible. The signor, as an
artist, will comprehend my motive. The
signor will kindly not perpetuate the scars
upon my face, which I do not wish handed
down to posterity, as without them I am
remarkably handsome
Instantly he assumed an expression for
which have no words, and, with word Of
thanks, fell TO work. As the head grew
s y.n.A'n ~, NY nusefs . ,ouna 'nat ne was
''sA'' Ane s0a's ana ma expression alone
made him hideous. His features were per-
feet. His hair glorious.
" like it, he said, approyingly, pocket
ing the money gave him. Bring me some
WIN. anu some cigars, you sneiel ! VIII
uinA 'no sisnors nea''n' no .nanAs
20 p,'a'"io w pose on0e inoie iof 'fue
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urea' heavens saia my ilienu' US ne
examined the picture IN an outer room.
lou nave m"de iost anger Oh OUT grea'
prieahu' oampanl
! never ADDED the scar. ! feit tnat the
prlgana was rignt IN MS request, irom an
aftssic point OF view.
"A few days afterward he was executed.
.. o,en0o was as.ir with the excitement, ana
,Ao 'o''ory people made q fortune from tho
.sso' - suo's VINO Dousa' numbers wnicn
"o'o supposed, 10 NOT KNOW why, 70 nave
pe0ome 'ucny because Oh the execution Oh
D,'sanu' AerliDie STORIES tnat made the
'aooa run coid' were toid OF MIN. he had
had no money, no pity, no honor, no de-
cency. But he seemed always to have been
posing as terrible hero; to have done
everything with view to effect.
" An improvisatore repeated the story Of
his life in the twilight streets, and women
crossed themselves as they listened. A sim
ger sung On impromptu song to his guitar,
in which the murder of lovely English
lady by the cruel Campani was wildly por-
trayed. man at corner sold fragments
Of his garments as charms against bullets.
and drove thriving trade. The air was
full of Campani. Leaving the crowd, wan
dered away to the quiet portion Of the CITY.
where stood the little stone house where
had sketched the angelic Isidor. Usually
peace Law upon Il and its old vine MIGHT