Morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven [Conn.]) 1848-1894, 1894-03-24

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owed, forestfr!pged, olif-hupc and ca
csde-iremulous thoroughfsre be ssuptered
rather than trudged. Scholar. trsyelsr
and artist that he bad been, all his travel
and study had never given him such won
drous groupings as any one hour upon this
fntcrnktonal highway presented.
Bis blood ttnsled from his new mode of
outdoor life. The buds and bloom Of
early summer beckoned and asshed On sx-
cry hand. The marvellous bird-life of the
region was an endless nelodio1s threnody.
HIS strange, new freedom from the old
Life and its burdens filed him with dell
cious sxaltation. And his artists eye and
hand were thrilled and quickened 80 hs
robbed for his skstch-book the quaint,
weird secrets of the road
"Death, then. In life or at last, is ever
but An awakening to Q wider conscious
ness of hfe;" unused Herr Psulus, o. he
sat beside the great stone road and In one
days time transferred 70 paper more
strange and varied original studies than
had evef been worked ont upon his grand
Chemnitz canvasses In all his artist life.
"Here 10 Q herd of cattle" continued
the artist gloHtngly, running over the ont
line sketches he had made, ''from the
great steppes of Bessarabis, With their
tawny, tasselled keepers piking them on
~. sAS 0cA A@eA uA49 <Aa5Allna ntlOlEEs
These are Tyrolezn carvers, from the for
ests Of the Bsv&risn frontier, with thsir
curious wooden wares and cutlandish mu-
sic, on their way to remotest Russian
towns. They win return with the pelts of
the winters taking among the Lspps and
Ffnns- These great carts with their sleek
oxen and their musical bells are carrying
their rush-covered butts, filed with the
amber Toksy of Hungary, 10 the cellars
OF the Car. 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 bsribboned,
and each man will bring with him enough
roublss, in gifts, to make him free of
care his whole life long.
This lonely, leaning, dolorous cross,
with the PROSTATE peasants crawling to Its
hp-smesred eides, has all the powerful
suggeetiveness of Aillet's tAngelus' This
almost vins-hidden shrine, with the white
Virgin blessing all who come, and the
rspt derotees beneath with the ragged
and wind-vhipped beggsrs encircling
them like vulturss, is q veritsble spothe-
osis of the wretched Bsdouism ever how
beside religions holiest and tenderest re-
treats.
Let me see," Herr Paulus continued
radiantly, 'T will call this one An Arrs
Vigil" The sketch was of q group of
weary Hebrew peddlsrs sleeping at the
roadside upon their packs, with all their
mouths groteequely open, with iimbs rigid
and with hands tightly clutchipg the va
rious portions of their clothing, white as
with frost rime from the highway dust,
where their money was hidden; while one
OF their pumber, with bowed head but
alert eyes and endless rubbing of palms,
f~,~ "a. -
In tireless guard.
"Hsre are the Gslieian circles traders,
too; q rough and sturdy lot, ct rest for
their midday meal; their huge horses
munching their fodder sieepIly; the men
consuming great hAgons of schnspps, ket-
ties of bartz soup and immense piles ct
gorken tpicklei cucumbeul. or qaErrslling
at dice and cards. All. that is O dainty
bit of genre, too. We never zee these
jolly carriers In the towns What dare
dsviltry turks In the jsunty set of their
caps, their red and breezy shirts, their
sashes gay, every one ooucesling q thArp
and handy knife. Their very horses seem
to have gained the wisdom Of the road.
And these TElgane, here by the road
side stream Why, one at last gets the re-
oret Of their wondrous power through
their Instruments over the hearts of men.
-he water comes down beside them from
tns rocks murmurously. The willows be-
hsne sh@m sough and sob plsintively In the
usseF The wind moans through the fr-
tzsss aA1Ta The birds have even come
~ans u y Ao tssch than notes and trills
aA~y Arte fcegu*ssn, or hare never learned.
sesi The iss:sr 10 bending his head down.
4owu Ipun Ais violin until he seems TO
-as4 = n ais very heart. The whole band
it hers at rest In its wsnderings, thus gain
l5s wondrous secrets 10 give to wondering
men.
Herr Psulus, the artist, must needs
disappear from Chemniir 10 discover along
side the great Cracow highway how the
gtpsy musicians, knowing no note of writ
ten music, steal their art from the ever
lasting nature book, TO orszs or hush the
music-sdor!ng soul Of Hungary
"Saddest of all, this csvklcsdsi Aus
tria's soldisry supplemsntIng Rustis's
shame and beating before them like pant
ing sheep the exiled Russian Jewti ! Will
call this painting The Triumph Of the
Cross and, though myself q Christian, at
my second death I will gain Immortality In
Christian hstsl This one"
But here Herr Psulus was interrupted
by the trundling Of a cart. whose driver,
scarcely youth and hardly yet Q man,
sang merrily along his pleasant southern
way.
Tne erlet ebluted MIN and he stopped.
Something In bis kindly face won Herr
Paulus to him at once, and ID was soon ar
ranged that they should ride to Arvs Va
rsllys, the carriers destination, together.
Herr Psulus was about to spring into the
cart when Jurs, the driver, wsrntngly
motioned him TO take the seat beside him.
When be bad done this. by way Of expla-
nation Jurs gently raised the cover from
the packages within his cart Herr Pau
lus saw lying there among the rags and
straw q Hebrew woman, with face OF
shsstly vhiteness, and c'utchiDg In her
arms q skinny, half-stsrved child.
"Hold it!-so; Just q moment" said
Herr Psulus excitedIy.
/ Jurs did as hidden, looking on wonder
| ingly as the artist lesped from his seat,
stood close against the wheel and sketohed
the miserable wretcbes In the cart. with
Jurs holding back the canvas cloth and
leaning kindly over his exile passengers.
They fell beside the way, beyond ia.
blonks," urged Jurs Rpologetically. 81
will help them along to Arvs." Thi,
while Herr Psulus was fumblipg In his
portfolio for the sketch he had made Of
the cavAlcsde.
"D.5 they belong with thesep ssked the
artist, showing the sketch TO JurA.
"Yes," said Jura with greater wonder
than before.
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