The Marlboro democrat. [volume] (Bennettsville, S.C.) 1882-1908, 1889-12-20


New. zealAal, reyerA@3,skened an lQesa,
tile MlbQmSof%, TIL ayoungs gill, With their
sOinetliing entirely new to- Petit Pierre.
The pictures III the parish church were
so black and smoky ore could distin.
guish nothing. Besides that he hardly
dared to rinse his eyes to them from
ttho porch where iio lhnoit. iSS5 I
night Petit Pierre dreamed he
was in q valley more beautiful than
anything he had ever seen, while the.
beautiful vision that Ind drawn. him in
tho afternoon came smiling towards
him, saying: AZ
ut is not sufficient to look-you
must work.
So saying, she placed on his knees q
board. drawing paper, ind u sharp
pencil, and stood ove him while no
began to trace q few lines, but with 80
trembling a hand that the liE.es ran into
each other. Petit Pierre would have
given anything not to have been 80
awk Ward-everything lie drew grew into
Irregular. ana ridiculous zlgzags. lis
anguish grew greater than he could
bear, until the lady, seeing his misery,
put a stop to 1t, by placing in his hand
u pencil whose point flashed like fire.
Petit Pierro's difficulties vanished rs il
by magic. Out OF confusion came
order, trees threw out bold and hardy
trunks, the leaves looked natural, and
plants with their foliage were true to
life. His instructress, leaning or his
shoulder. followed his work with IN
air Of approval, saying from time to
time:
Good, very goodl that is the way
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This dream made q great impression
on Petit Pierre. From that day lie
seemed q different personals head and
his heart alike seemed OH fire. He had
suddenly awOke to consciousness Of the
talent within him, and determined, il
possible, to make somethingfles Of him.
Taking q coal from those shoulder
ing on the hearth, Petit Pierre began
his studies in charcoal Oh the outside
walls Of the cabin instead Of OH paper
OF canvas What should he begin withP
Make Il picture of his best, or rather
only friend, FideleI For this Orphans
family consisted only Of his dog. Ills
lirst effort, 1t must be confessed, re-
sembled q hippopotamus more than q
dog. by dint Of trying over and over
again-fortunatcly Fidelo was the most
patient model in tho world-tho hippo
potamus was succeeded by Il crocodile,
then a calf, and finally II figure that re-
semblel nothing so much as a member
or the canine race. TO describe the
satisfaction That Petit Pierre felt when
lie had accomplished this would be
difficult. Michael Angelo, when he had
given the last touch TO the Sistine
Chapel, and lain down, with his arms
crossed upon his breast to contemplate
his immortal work, never felt II dearer
or deeper JOY. "If that beautiful lady
could only SEQ Fidele's portraitpo cried
tho little artist.
To do him justice, 1T must DO said
that thus blindness lasted only q short
time. He soon learned how unfinished
was the sketch, how different from the
real Fldele. Tho next time, he tried
to draw u sheep, and did u little better;
charcoal broke in his fingers and the
rough boards were very e~xlsperating.
IF l had paper and pencils l could do
better. but how can [ get them?'
Petit Pierre forgot he was Il capital
ist. Suddenly lie remembered, and one
day conflding his flock to q comrnde,
marched resolutely 10 town and boldly
entering q store asked for the necessa-
ries for drawing. The asto.iisllcd mer-
chant gave him several kinds Of paper.
aud pencils. Iatit ~I'i@lie. eiatcd at
having accomplished thls lleruic aus.
diflicnlt task il hiIying SO many strange
I3biCGtS-. .f6' HG,l lf.il M 1.y.{6gHs. an1.
withoyt heelecting th9m, consGgralcG
to drdWilig I'LL The tiiEe tl,at ordinary
shepherds gave 10 play .An5tllc pipe,
carving crooks, or making snares for
the birds or foxes.
Scarcely realizing the influence that
guided his steps, lie often led his flock
to the spot where he lad posed us Il
model for tho young girl but he did
not SEQ her very soon--''the beautiful
LADY," as he called her, more radiant
than over in his dream. with the golden
pencil in her hand. Though lie did not
realize 1t, she was the mine Of ~inspirl-
ton to HIM.
One day he heard u horse %galIoping
full speed along the road. Fidele
parked long and loud; in another mo-
mont lie saw the lady Of his dream on Il
runaway horse. While she tried in
vain to restrain him with curb AM hit
he only ran the faster, and turning
suddenly threw her violently to the
ground before Petit Pierre, who had
run as quickly rs he could, was able to
reach her. lie found she had tainted.
Paler than the unfortunate lady, Petit
Pierre saw where tho rain had collected
in the hollow Of Il fallen tree. Throw.
ing some of this water on her face he
discovered red drops slowly oozlng from
her forehead. She was wounded. Petit
Pierre drew from his pocket a poor
little ragged handkerchief and reyor
emily wiped away the blood now ming
ling with her HAIR Then she recovered
CONSCIOUSNESS and looked at PctiL Pierre
with q vague sort Of recognition that
went to his heart.
Suddenly The noise Of approaching
wheels was heard, the rest Of the party
appeared, and after many EXPLANATIONS
raised her and put her III a carriage
and drove away, leaving Petit Pierre
aloDo with his stained handkerchief to
remind him Of the event.
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