The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1888-02-17
~ sYLvANUS COBB,
[corYRIGHrrD 1888. ALL RIGHTS REsERvED.l
..signor! What means thisp,

''Signor! What means thisl" She spoke
hurriedly, seeming at loss to comprehend
him. Surely you cannot mean that you
will not finish the picture?"
Il said not that, Princess. / will finish it;
but 1t must be with the help of another face
ing"
"Bnt-0i signor the duke will be very
wroth. 1t is my face and no other, that ne
81 cannot helpit, signora; he must be
wroth if he will. For myself, my powers are
limited. | am hannah like other men. Tell
your guardian | cannot do IT." =,
oh! Signor Zanoni! ron VIII not p pntici
pates in the possession of the finished picture
finished with my portrait on the canvas.
And. signor-more than that-if you knew
how highly he praised you-how mueh ABOVE
All other painters in Parma he holds you'll
! Won knew how he almost worships your
Senins-~if YOU knew, | am sure you would
20 on to the end as we have begun.
, The artist turned upon. her a look that
frightened her In moment the truth burst
upon her. She had known it before; or, at
least she had suspected it-had been inn
pressed by it-but she had struggled against
admitting it, Gould she have had her wish
the work would have gone on, her sittings
under the light of his wonderful eyes, and
the charm OF his matchless voice would have
had an end-neyer. But under the influence
of that look the veil fell, and the end came,
the end of tranquil rest and calm delight.
Again Zanonf controlled himself, and when
he next spoke his voice was steady and
solemn.
''Signora, we will not dispute Let the
duke feel as he may, cannot do his bidding
further. Tell him will finish the picture,
but it must be after my own ideal. will re-
member your features II can-lf not"
'Ah! signor, can you so easily forget me2"
Forget He startled her again. IF |
could paint human soul-if l could put up
on canvas that which lives forever--then
might paint yourself from memory. But
/ cannot explain. | can feel it, and | do
know it, but cannot make it plain to another
Your message to the duke is very simple"
The princess had become pale, even to
whiteness; her hands were claSped over her
heaying bosom, and her whole frame was
moved by perceptible tremor. Presently,
with an earnest yearning look she murmured
scarcely above a whisper and in broken
tones:
"Zanoni! You wish that | shall come
never -neVer-neYer-agaln
He could endure no more. A moment he
stood with his hands clinched his face whites
like markle; his eyes atiame to their pro-
foundest depths, and his frame quiyering at
every joint.
not see? Wait Let me think. will speak
presently" He took few turns to and fro
across the room, evidently fighting mighty
battle with himself; and when he finally
stood before her again he was outwardly
calm She sat with folded hands. pale as be-
fore, gazing at.hm with her soul in her eyes
Lady, will be brief Years ago-long,
long years to mel saw my mothers mortal
remains laid away in the grave, 1t was in
land far distant from this. OH how | loved
heri She was pure and goOd-I fesr not to
say, a saint on earth. She was gone and my
heart for a time seemed broken. had one
friend-Antonio Velasques Murillo's last and
most favored pupil. With him l gave my
self to art and came to love it with a passion
that knew no bound. My tutor died, and
once more was left, but not alone. l now
had my art, and to it | gave my l0ve-my life
And from that time | loved no other thing If
except the memory of things dead and gone
And fully believed my heart would never
know the passion of love again. But did
not know what the future held in store.
came to Italy, and finally found home in
Parma. The place attracted me. Here
saw in time face that reminded me of my
mother. Need tell you it was your own;
and, ere could realize the result, it came-a
love so deep, so strong, so much part OF my
life that life seemed death without it.
Isabel Isabel The words are spoken.
They were forced from me. Pardon me If l.
have offended. My heart $50 go!-go and
tell the duke" The continuation of this
thrilling story will appear only in the Bos--
ton Daily Globe next Monday, Feb. 20, and
every day until completed Tell your news
dealer to leave you copy Of the Boston
Globe regularly.