San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1890-05-23

Three weeks later he appeared at the
Cardellis
MOntefOrte was very well received; toe
well, i'll fact. The whole family was
there. Never had NJ. Cardelli been more
solemn: he wanted to positively dazzle
his visitor.
Mime. CardelIi, warned by her daughter
had been expecting him every day. In
his honor she had clad herself in the
most sumptuous of her dresses
The maiden aunt, Aunt Mariuccia, had
also gone to great trouble; it was dis.
tressing.
They talked pictures, music, books.
They invited the young man TO make
use of their family box at the theatre.
The maiden aunt ventured few words
so proper that Monteforte shuddered.
Teresa alone, in speaking of Nine. de
Rienzi, of the days that had passed, OF
her regrets, found, poor child, appropri.
ate things to say. And already the young
man was ready to think kindly of her
expressed so gracefully.
But the others spoiled this happy i'm
preston. drowning it, alas! beneath their
benevolent mediocrity.
The visit was long; they asked him to
come again: he promised all that they
desired.
But once outside he CALCULATED an
ugh. of deliveranCe, and said aloud in
order to emphasize it:
THANK you very much. But never
will you catch me there again"
And in fact weeks went by; then
months. He did not come back.
The artist was too well brought up to
voluntarily carry out SO radical project
of abstentioE; but he lived at POrtici,
and his mother, who was something of
an invalid and whom he dearly loved,
kept him closely to herself. Moreover,
still under the influence of Rienzi's ad-
vice, he worked.
When he took the omnibus to go to the
city it was evening. He returned on the
last trip.
Nevertheless he left his card twice at
Teresa's parents, giving distance as an
excuse.
For the first few days he sometimes
queried whether the young girls regrets
had Gained.
But soon he ceased to think of the mat.
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,
merry convent Of Dominicaus or Fran.
Ciscans.
He ascerded 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 L good place? In the hall OF
honor: He found it in the third hall, in
a good light. but in the second row.
''lIum.' he growl"d; in 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
a sou.
In a melancholy mood Monteforte took
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 emntY nnrse and