The weekly Floridian. [volume] (Tallahassee, Fla.) 1867-19??, 1892-03-12
A STORY FROM PAR
AN INTERESTING ROMANCE OF !
THOUGHTLESS PAINTER.

A Little Child Led Them.
There is friend of mine, painter,
who has all the talents and no talent OF
lis own. He would copy or initiate
'ireuze or Vatican to perfection. A
faz by him only wants the signature,
which an INSCRIPTIONS dealer does not
hesitate to forge. My friend, whom we
will call Durand, is an excellent man,
industrious and clever, but too negligent
10 take the initiative in anything, even
N painting. Well, he had given notice
- quit his apartment in July, on the
fifteenth day Of the month, at noon, &C
rording to the customs of the country.
He had, however, been so absorbed in
lis painting that he had forgotten to re-
tain wagon to take away his furniture,
and when he did at last concern himself
about the matter he only succeeded in
securing one for the end of the day. But
1t noon precisely, just as he was putting
rhe finishing touches to a copy of
tireuze's famous "Cruche- Cassee," there
lime an imperious knock at the door.
II was the new tenant, escorted by her
furniture. She was furious to find that
Durand was "dawdling over his paint
brushes" while all her furniture was
out in the street exposed to the gaze of
I1discreet passersby. She even threat
sned to send for the police in order to
bring Durand to sense of his duties as
IN outgoing tenant.
Durand, like many painters, thought
the sea more charming than ever when
agitated by storm, and concluded that
Ills fair visitor was rendered more beau
tlful by her anger. She was about
twenty-five years of age. She had dark
hair and blue eyes, fine, supple figure,
and her pretty nostrils were slightly
,tilated by her emotion. She was &C.
companied by little girl of six years
Of age-a little golden haired fairy.
What: continued the irate lady, "you
are not going away until o'clock? 1t
Is absurd! What am to do with my
furniture? Where is the proprietor? !
must see the proprietor" 1t was i'm
possible to crafty her last wish. The
concierge alone was available, but the
newcomer was so terrible, SO aggressive
.tad so threatening that Cerberus was
,med and ran away, leaving his broom
Uchind him.
INFLUENCE OF A CHILD.
Durand ought, according to his sys-
t,.In of imitation, to have become wrath
I'll, too, but his adversary was pretty
woman, so he sought an ally. The lit
IL girl was playing with shepherdess
II porcelain de SAKE that adorned one
III of the chimney piece. Should you
4 ;e it," "Oh, yes; it is SO pretty"
AXE it. Jeanne" said the mother,
i !arbid you to accept anything" IF
/; were only to please her." replied
L,rand, 81 could understand your pro-
,.i.,ition. but it is an economy for me.
shall have so much less to move"
Women are ready laughers. The lady
.:Iad her eyes on the wall in order to
Keep her countenance Your name is
1e;.nne?" said the painter. Yes" an
s.>ered the child. And your papa
where is he:'' He died two years ago
And mamma is a widow" Yes, mon
sieur."
Then turning to the lady. Durand
lad cleared one room and that he would
20 and help her get her furniture III.
ioon the furniture began to find its
,rlace-the wardrobe. the mirror. the
bookcase. ON. madame, without know
.:.g you. a., ! loo; III these books can
.ad your uiilj D;.iXaC. !Iu5o, Lamar
me- TIA. Ia. I'd" cried the irate
'ady. ''you would have done better to
lear out before noon than to be trying
- study my character" Il am work
;ag all the time, madame. Look! |
lave put that console there-here the
statue of the Virgin-this little mirror
opposite the window" "Oh, it is no
use: you cannot make peace with me-
WRATH TURNED TO LOVE.
There was an interval Of twenty min
ltes, during which the lady stood at the
.-indow. Durand had remained in his
-oom with the child. Are they CON-
iig today o: tomorrOW-yOur m1n? size
4sked angrily as she came back into the
"oom: but she stopped il the middle.
leanne, r4o.,o.lieas ana smiling. was
~eated on IL chair and Dnrand WAS paint
nig her portrait. ''Ma.nlna, said the
rttle one suddenly. Il ain hungry. You
nave some wine and Il pate in the big
:,ssket." Come, then, and breakf ,st on
he balcony" murmured the mother.
i)urand was left alone to finish his
sketch. There was silence Of ten min-
ates. Then the child returned tinlidly.
Mamma has something to ask you"
WhatT' ''She does not dare" ''She
wants to turn me out?' No" What
thenr' Mamma would like to know if
you-if you would like piece Of pate.
This happened on July Is, and when
the concierge arrived, all trembling, to
announce that the men had at last come
TO remove Durand's furniture, he found
ann sitting ON the balcony at table with
the mother and handling the child on
ills knees.
Misfortunes, however, never come
nlone. The wagon was too small. 1t
would not hold all Durand's things at