Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1890-07-26
Copyrighted, 1890, by the
Prese Associatiou.l

For the first few days he sometimes
queried whether the young girls regrets
had Gained.
ter and never heard her spoken Of by any
one.
This was the state of things when the
Naples Salon opened.
Monteforte, anxious, went to the exhi-
bition of the Society for the Promotion OF
Art, then situated in grand palace, for
merly a convent of Dominicans or Fran
ciscans.
He assembled slowly the broad steps of
the staircase, made for the heavy and
pensive tread of the monks, and, on en-
tering the exhibition rooms, his first
thought was to look for his picture. Had
they given it good place? In the hall Of
honor? He found it in the third hall, in
good light, but in the second row.
"Humr' he growled sin the second
row! who have no enemies! 1t would
be like them not to buy it of me. Papa
refuses me any advances, and haven't
q sou."
In a melancholy mood Monteforte took
a chair, and, without false modesty,
placed himself before his canvas, ga
Symphony in Azure"
He had long been haunted by Whist
ler's ideas-symphonies in gray. in black,
in pink, in white; symphonies in all sorts
of things.
And he, Monteforte, seeing the gulf
whose azure had been sung by all the
poets, and observing the cloudless sky,
had formed an idea of painting a SYM
phony, but in the blue gamut.
In the foreground two figures; young
woman dressed in periwinkle blue and
a young child dressed in turquois blue.
with sea and sky for background.
1t was as simple as that.
But he was very sure that no one, no
other artist, would think of it.
And, in fact, no one had thought of it
Every one would have been careful to
avoid such subject. and especially such
an execution of it.
Now, with rested eye, Monteforte
judged it otherwise than in his studio
This otherwise, moreover, did not seem
to satisfy him, for he made up a very
wry face.
Azure! There it was indeed, and plen-
ty of it. But the symphony The blues
Jared frightfully.
Decidedly his canvas lacked harmony.
A chrome, and bad proof at that.
Monteforte did not believe in his ge-
MUS; but. like every one, he sometimes
aspired to something which, alas! did
not appear in his work.
Discouraged, with empty purse and
dropping head, he went away without
saying a word to any one, and encoun-
tered the aged Ferucci on the stairs.
"Ah! it is timely meeting" exclaim-
ed the latter; Twill you go up again?'
mo, am going back to Portici," an
swered Orlando, rather ill humoredly.
"Very well" said Ferucci, simply, II
will walk along with you.'
They proceeded in silence for time.
At the Piazzi Dante, Ferucci opened the
conversation:
"You do not ask me what / had to
sayy'
"Ahl to be sure! you ere right" MUIR
INJURED Monteforte, shaking off his
thoughts. Il forgot. 1t is because-l
am in i'll humor, you see."
1ndeedr' commented the other. "Your
pictureT
"Yes. 1t is very bad, isn't it,"
"Huml Well, will not conceal my
opinion. No, it is not what one can call
a good picture"
"That's right, my old friend, be frank.
Tell me the whole truth"
"You desire it? Sincerely"
Monteforte nodded acquiescence.
"Then SO be It'll" said Ferucci "But
as it forms part Of what l wish to say
to you, let me begin at the beginning.
collected his thoughts for a moment,
and then continued:
"This morning met NJ. Cardelli: his
daughter, Teresa, is very sick,
SO seriously sick that the parents know
not which way to turn; the doctor him
self declares that he can do nothing"
Poor little creaturel' exclaimed Mon
teforte, in tone of commonplace COM
miseration.
ODStI Ntu iiAilA pue vi tiiS wa hS.
of his eye; his friends emotion was not
very deep; he sighed lightly:
Listen, Orlando; the poor child is very
i'll. Do you know the reasony"
Orlando knit his brow, while smile
containing suspicion of conceit played
over his lips.
II see you understand me-" said the
old painter, translating the expression of
his face. "There is no reason to smile,
or to grieve, for that matter; for, being the
cause of the sickness, you can furnish the
cure"
"Oh! no, mol" interrupted Orlando,
quickly. "The cure! Are you going to
advise me to marry her? You toov
"Why not? said Ferucci. TRANQUILITY.