The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-03-25

, 10 the German and Austrian abattOirs.
. These are Iyroleau carvcrS. from the for
: csts Of the BayarIau frontier, with their
. curious wooden wares and Outlaudish
/ music, on their way TO remotesJ Russian
( towns. They viii return with the pelJs
Of the winters taking among the Iapps
and Firms. These great carts with their
. sleek oxen and their musical bellies, are
. carrying their rush-cOvered butts, filled
with the amber IOkay of Hungary. to the
. cellars of the ear. Il is the journey Of
! their lives to the proud cartmen trailing
/ beside their precious freight; Tor IL the
/ vintage be good. each OK viii return Jeri0-
4 boued, and each man wil bring with him
/ enough TOubles, Ia gifts, to make him free
( of care his whole life long
This lonely. leaning, dolorous cross,
/ with the PROSTATE peasants crawling o
! its lip-smeared sides, has all the power
/ ful sugEestiveness of MIllet's "AugclUs "
/ This almost vine hidden shrine with the
/ white Virgin blessing all who come. and
1 tho rapt CcyOIees beneath with tho rag
/. gcd and wind whipped beg gars encircliug
/ them Ike VultureS IS a vcrItaDlc apOtheO-
sis of the wretchcd Bedouism ever how
ering in all its fierce and hateful forms
beside religions hottest and tendercst re-
. treats.
LET me see Herr Paulus continued
. radiantly, 81 viii call this one An Arva
. vigil The sketch was Of "a group OF
. weary Hebrew peddlars sleeping at the
roadside upon their packs, with all their
mouths grotesquely open, with limbs
rigid and with hands tightly clutching
the various portions Of their
clothing. white as with frost rhine from
. the highway dust, where there money
was hidden; while one of their number
/ with bowed head but alert eyes and end
less rubbing Of palms, trod softly back
and forth before them, in tlreless guard.
Here are the Galician circles traders.
too a rough and sturdy lot, at rest Tor
their midday meal; their huge horses
! munching their fodder sleepily; the men
consuming great tagons of schnapps, kCt-
ties of tarsz soup and immense piles Of
gOrken picklcd cucum bersl or quarrel
4 ling at dice and cards. All thai is a
I dainty bit of genre. too. We never see
/ these Jolly carriers in the towns What
are dare-deviltry turks in the iaunty
/ set OF their caps, their red and breezy
! shirts, their sashes gay, every one conceal
ing sharp and handy knife Their very
! horses seem to have gained the wisdom
/ Of the road
And these Tigane, here by the road
! side stream. Why, one at last gets the
! secret Of their wOndrous power through
! their instruments over the hearts of men.
| The water comes down beside them from
| the rocks unanimously. The willows be-
| hind them sOugh and sob plaintiVely in
|
! tr-trees above. The birds have even
| come out about them to teach them notes
| and trills they have forgotten, or have
never learned. See The leader is bend
ing his head down, down upon his violin
! until he seems TO root it in his very heart.
/ The whole band is here, at rest in its
wanderings, thus gaining wOndrOus Sc
crets TO give to wondering men.
Herr Paulus, the artist, must needs
disappear from ChemuitZ to discover
( alongside the great Cracow highway how
the gypsy musicians, knowing no note of
written music, steal their art from the
everlasting nature-boOk, TO craze or hush
the music-adOring soul of Hungary.
''Saddest Of all, this cavalcade' Aus
tria's soldiery experimenting Russia's
shame ana beating before them like pant
ing sheep the eNiled Russian Jews } will
call this painting The Triumph of the
Cross, and, though myself a Christian,
at my second death ] win gain immortal
ity in Christian hate This one -'
But here Herr Paulus was interrupted
by the trundling of a cart, whose driver,
/ scarcely a youth and hardly yet a man,
sang merrily along his pleasant southern
way.
The artist saluted him and he stopped.
/ Something in his kindly face won Herr
| Faults to him at once, and it was soon ar
ranged that they shOnld ride to Arva Var
allyp the carriers destination, together.
Herr Paulus was about to spring into the
cart, when Iura, the driver, warningly
motioned him TO take the seat beside him
| When he had done this, by way of eXpla-
nation Jura gently raised the cover from
the packages within his cart Herr Pau
lus saw lying there among the rags and
straw a Hebrew woman, with face of
CHASTITY whiteness and clutching in her
arms a skinny, half-starved child.
hold lt!-so; just moment said
Herr Paulus eXcitedly.
Jura did as hidden, looking on wonder
ingly as the artist leaped from his seat,
stood close against the wheel and sketched
the miserable wretches in the cart, with
Jura holding back the canvas cloth and
leaning kindly over his exile passengers.
They fell beside the way, beyond Jab-
loDka,' urged Jura, alphabetically. II
vii help them along to Arva.n This,
while Herr Paulus was fumbling in his
portfolio for the sketch he had made of
the cavalcade.
Did they belong with these2" asked
the artist showing the sketch to Jura.
Yes, said Jura with greater wonder
than before.
Then will help them further. Are
| you Christian, JuraiN
Il fear poor one, sir. This is why !
left the mountains. They arc very bit
ter there against the Jews. We-Terese
and myselt-had much sorrow when
young. Our brothers, sisters and parents
all died. 1t made US, well, different, sir
from the rest. We could not see these
horrible things, and love them as they do
We saved the lives of one or two of those
that were driven down the Cracow road
and II made US trouble. / sold my p0r.
ton of our herd to Dmytro hes 'OuI
head, strand left my people for the
cart I'm happier, sir, now, with a ges
, ture of his head toward the cart behind
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