Delaware gazette and state journal. (Wilmington, Del.) 1883-1902, 1894-03-29

shapely and perfect as models of abstract
physical beauty. Curiously for the
region, il seems of the finest Saga-sung
types with fair, white, rose-tinged
skins, dazzling teeth, lustrous blue or
hazel-gray eyes, and wealth of flaXen
hair with that marvellous CLINT of ashen
gray and silver in it no master painters
brush has ever rightly limned; while
with their frank and artless ways is
certain subtle charm of head poised
backward and a trifle to this side or to
that, ever suggesting ungrudged atten
tiveness, blended with the alertness of
the bird or the deer.
Herr Paulus like the artist he was lost
no time from his work. The simple
folk about him, proud of the little they
saw in themselves when transferred to
the artists portfolio, wed with each
other in doGile obedience to his every
direction and request. But his toll
lacked zest. Terese did not come until
long after her herd had flied demurely
into the polonia among the already rest
ing fiocks And then her handsome face
was distraught.
She took no food, and, unheeding,
passed by the evening festivities upon
the sward beneath the blazing cressets
of fir knots, in silence to her hut; re-.
turning only at Dmytro's bidding to give
the stranger her hand in welcome; to
learn unmoved that he was an artist like
herself, though great and famous; and /,
when he said, 81 am from Jura, too"
hoping for u CLEAN of interest then, to
only absent-mindedly reply; 81 know
that all is well with him. Tomorrow,
or the next day, we will speak Of Jura,
and-yourself."
Herr Paulus turning to his hut for
rest felt for the first time in his life the
consuming fires of UNDECIDED love.
Vague fancies had thrilled him as he
had climbed the mountain that it was
but his to look, or to speak, and then
Terese was all his own.
"Ah," he bitterly reflected, "that |
had not met kind-hearted Jura upon
the Cracow road l know the fateful
signs. This radiant mountain beauty is
not for the vagrant artist of ChemnitZ.
Some iowland lover is lurking near. 1t
is with him she is keeping tryst; and
Herr Paulus is wretched and undone p"
But he saw Dmytro with clouding face
sternly regarding the girl, as she stood
for moment in the flaming cresset's
light, and heard him say as she turned
and passed him;
"Terese, you are as though you had
fought with bears again !
II have seen bears, savage, awful
bears, to-day; and wolves, too, gaunt,
ferocious wolves, tearing at the bleed
ing hearts of helpless sheep and lambs p
Distracted and with flashing eyes
Terese disappeared among the shadows.
Distracted and with shaking head
Dmytro came back to the czardas and
the songs. And distracted and heart
heavy Herr Paulus sought his couch of
mr. branches for the night.
AFTER an hours time come with
Terese and the goats |" was the sweetest
awakening Herr Paulus had ever known.
The words were at his hut door from
the lips of Terese the next morning, and
the artist bounded from his couch, trem-
bling from fear of some sylvan dis
illusion. Swiftly he donned his cloth-
ing, washed at the tiny cascade below
the huts, breakfasted with Dmytro upon
bannocks of oatmeal and fiagons OF
milk, and was waiting long before
Terese and her goats were ready fol
their daily mountain wanderings.
Their course lay toward the Arva
valley. The herds scampered and
1 cropped at will, well knowing the wild
sweet way. Almost until noon they
wandered on, Terese radiant as the
morn and Herr Paulus in a radiant
heaven of delight.
"No further to-day, Herr Paulus
You must now return. 1t is wild and
dangerous where we go below. To.
morrow, sometime again, We will be fol
a little together"
There was no gainsaying her word:
or manner. The forebodings of the
previous night crept back into the
artists heart; but he had not yet shown
Terese the picture Jura had promised
him would work such happy charm.
when you have seen this, Terese;'
he finally answered. He gave her the
sketch, and she kissed it impetuously
and repeatedly.
"Ah, noble, noble Jura, brother mine
Were you with him there?"
"Yes, Terese; and helped the pocI
things he had rescued on to safety IL
Vienna" he faltered, half ashamed Of
his enforced self praise.
"Then you are good and noble, too.
shall love Herr Paulus as brother ever
more"
Then she turned and sped away, halt
ing but for an instant at the edge of {
copse into which she was disappearing
to imperiously wave him back to hi!
sketching and the huts.
81 would rather be hungry dog of ,
lover and be fed from her hands tn,
food she has taken him in that goat
skin pouch sighed Herr Paulus rue
fully, "than be the greatest artist tina
ever livedp with which he retraced hi
, way with laggard, listless steps.
From this time on Herr Paulu
worked necessarily, for he saw but littl
of Terese. Jura had sent him the wor,
from the jewish woman he had saved
1t was merely scrawl of writing say
ing that if her rescuers ever CHANGED T.
come upon Leopold of Sandomir, hc
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