The record-union., 1894-03-24
any one hour upon this international


highway presented.
Ills blood tinged from his new mode OF
outdoor life. The buds and bloom OF
early summer beckoned and flashed on
every hand. The marvellous bird-lite
OF the region was an endless melodious
threnody. His strange, new freedom
from the old life and its burdens filled
him with delicious exaltation. And his
artists eye and hand were thrilled and
quickened as be robbed for his sketch
book the quaint, weird secrets OF the
road.
death, then, in life or at last, is ever
but an awakening 10 wider conscious
ness of lite,' unused Herr Paulus as'he
sat beside the great stone ROAD and in
one days time transferred to paper
more strange and varied original studies
than had ever been worked out upon
his grand ChemnitZ canyases in all his
artist life.
Here is herd of CATTLE" continued
the artist glowingly, running over the
outline sketches he had made, from the
great steppes of Bessarabia, with their
tawny, tasselled keepers piking them on
to the German and Austrian abattoirs.
These are Tyrolean carvers, from the
forests of the Bavarian frontier, with
their curious wooden wares and outland-
lsh music, on their way TO remotest Rus
sian towns. They will return with the
peltS of the winters taking among the
Lapps and Flnns. These great carts,
with their sleek oxen and their musical
bells, are carrying their rush-covered
butts, filled with the amber Tokay of
Hungary, to the cellars of the Gar. 1t
Is the journey Of their lives to the proud
cartmen trailing beside their precious
freight, for If the vintage be good, each
OK will return beribboned, and each man
will bring with him enough roubles, in
gifts, TO make him free of care his whole
life long.
This lonely. leaning, dolorous cross,
with the PROSTATE peasants crawling TO
its lip-smeared sides, has all the powerful
suggestiveneSs OF Millet's 'Angelus.'
white Virgin blessing all who come, and
the rapt devOtees beneath with the
ragged and windwhipped beggars en-
circling them like vultures, is a veritable
apOtheosis of the wretched Bedouism
ever lowering in all its fierce and hateful
forms beside Religions holiest and ten
deresJ retreats.
Let me see," Herr Paulus continued
radiantly, 81 will call this one AN Arva
Vigil" The sketch was of group of
weary Hebrew peddlers 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 rime from the high
way dust, where their money was hid
den, while one of their number. with
bowed head but alert eyes and endless
rubbing of palms, trod softly back and
forth before them in tireless guard.
Here are the Galician circles traders.
too, rough and sturdy lot, at rest for
their midday meal, their huge horses
munching their fodder sleepily, the men
consuming great flagons Of schnapps,
kettles of barsz soup and immense piles
of gorken (pickled cucumbers), or quar-
reling at dice and cards. All, that is
dainty bit OF genre, too. We never see
these jolly carriers in the towns. What
dare-devIltry turks in the jaunty set of
their caps, their red and breezy shirts,
their SaSheS gay, every one concealing a
sharp and handy knife. Their very
horses seem to have gained the wisdom
of the road.
''And these Tzigane, 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
rocks unanimously. The willows behind
them sough and sob piaintively in the
breeze. The wind moans through the fir
trees above. The birds have even come
about them to teach them notes and trills
they have forgotten, or have never
learned. See! The leader is bending his
head down, down upon his violin until
he seems TO root it in his very heart.
Phe 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 Chemnitz to discover
alongside the great Cracow highway how
the gypsy musicians. knowing no note
of written music, steal their arr from the
everlasting nature book, to craze or hush
the music-adoring soul Of Hungary.
''Saddest of all, this cavalcade. Aus
tria's soldiery supplementing Russia's
shame and beating before them like
painting sheep the eXiled Russian Jewsi
| will call this painting The Triumph
of the Cross and, though myself Chris
tan, at my second death | will gain i'm
mortality 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 man,
sang merrily along his pleasant southern
way.
The artist saluted him and he stopped.
in his kindly face won Herr
Paulus 10 him at once, and it was soon
arranged that they should ride 70 Arva
NaralIya, the carter'S destination, to-
gether. Herr Paulus was about to spring
into the cart, when Jura. the driver,
warniugly motioned him to take the seat
beside him. w heu he had done this, by
way OF eX Xplanation Jura gently raised
the cover from the packages within his
cart. Herr PauIus saw lying there,
among tile rags and straw. a Hebrew
woman, with lace OF CHASTITY whiteness,
and cIutchlng IL her arms skinny, half
starved child.
Hold it so just moment" said Herr
PauJus eXcitedly.
Jura did as hidden, looking on wonder
ingly as the artist ieaped from his seat,
sketched the miserable wretches in the
cloth and leaning kindly over his exile
passengers.
''rhey fell beside the way, beyond Ja-
Will help them along to Arva." This,
while Herr Paulus was fumbling in his
portfolio for the sketch he had made of
The cavalcade.
Ibid they belong with these?" asked
the artist showing the sketch to Jura.
''Ye es." said Jura with greater wonder
than before.
Then l will help them further. Are
you Christian, Jura?"
Il fear poor one, sir. This is why /
left the mountains. They are very bitter
there against the Jews. We-Terese and
myself-had much sorrow when young.
Our brothers, sisters and parents all
died. It 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