The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-03-25
SANDOMIR LEOPOLD'S REQUESTS.
TEN TRAVELLERS SERIES.
By EDGAR L. WAKEMAN.



generous nature and a famous artist Of
Chemnitz, had hosts of admirers for his
grand portraits Austrian battlo-pieces
snd landscapes. so long as he continued
the kindly practice Of giving them away.
At last there came time, before he
was forty years of age, when. having no
pictures left and no rui.ders for those
W itch were gone, his noble enthusiasm in
the house furnishing line for others was
brought to sudden check by such de
mands as fame alone was never known TO
meet.
To an artist. these demands We're gross
aud trivial in their nature, but their very
insignifcance seemed TO spread pssti-
lence of contempt which rendered them
more serious and imperative; curiOuslN
causing the recipients Of his past fayors
TO turn their faces with great and critical
attentiaaness upon his fine paintings
which had not cost them a form, aud
their backs with unbending Uertinacity
upon the fine artist Thus Herr Paulus,
Illuminating in his bare studio, took his
first lesson in belated thrift,
While thus engaged, mis- eyes alighted
upon newspaper abstract Of a paper,
p
Geographical Society by DR.. lie Bon, upon
primitive and little known race of
people calling themselves POdhalians, VINO
exist high up among the Carpathian
mountains of Gallcia, in the Tatras range
OF these mountains separating Galicia, or
Austrian Poland, from Hungary glowing
plains.
Herr Paulus had reread the article
many times and sat looking out of his
studio window over and above the quaint
old Chemnitz roofs. as if his artists eyes
saw the billowy swaths of the Tatras
range, and gave him communion with the
Arcadian people there.
This day-dreaming had been interrupted
by another rude demand for rent. He
satisfied the intruder with a definite
promise OF requirement, and then reread
the sketch once more some portions of il
aloud as though half arguing to invisible
though interested friends:
Though poor they are content That
is much. Their food is principally oats,
either simply boiled or ground and CON
Verted into cakes; and though their diet
is spare, they ENJOY perfect health and
live long lives Now there must be won
derful compilations and types among such
people,as these"
He walked back and forth for time
with the paper in his hand, seeming to
realize more and more how little his stu
do really contained Then he read aloud
again:
1.-The population of this remote re
giOn' why, ii is not 100 miles from
ChemnitZ! l. numbers several hundred
thousand individuals During four or
five months Of the year those of them
who accompany their focks and herds to
the mountain pastures, live exclusively
on goat milk whey, each person consum-
ing from three TO four liters daily"
Here Herr Paulus rested his head in
hand diSpOUra UpdlV closed bic avee
tightly as if from pain. and made an ex
ceedingly wry face He tilliped the paper
in his disengaged hand for long time be-
fore he opened his eyes and resumed
Though far from being cultured. the
Tatras peasantry are poets and artists bv
nature. Ach, Gett," he groaned. how
beautiful and how rare They are fond
ofdancing, and often, when the labors of
the day are over, meet to indulge in their
favorite diversion. They are born impro-
visatOres, too, and many of them can sing
their own songs set to music of their own
composition. Their poetry is tender, and
artless IN sentiment and generous. and
elevated in styles qualities attributable
TO their wealth of spontaneous resources,
not infrequently possessed by natures
knowing neither violent passions nor I'M
natural eXcitements.''
Herr Paulus sprang from his chair to
the window, as though the little dark
n.
spread his hands upward and iiutteringly
upon the panes. while his face pressed
the glass with backward and forward
impatient movements.
1t was growing dark in the hard old
street. below. The stone gables opposite
looked hateful to him for the first time
now: and the saffrOuY glow of the after
sunset sky seemed resting most lovingly
away in the northeast where the Tatras
mountains lay.
Finally he turned from the outer glow
ing TO the inner darkness, struck his
hands together sharply from which they
seemed to rebound into the air with
the gesture of one throwing of hopeless
load, when he sang for a little as merrily
as he had ever done in the student DAYS
when hope was high at Buda-Pesth.
He had lights brought in unusual num-
bers; wrote note and dispatched it by a
kellner; told the little old fellow with
the gray mold of the raisin upon him who
answered It, to set price upon the triles
he could find within the studio; accepted
the prefer at once; found himself IN pos
session of less than 200 FORMS where
upon Herr Paulus paid his rent and with
hastily and secretly packed knapsack
containing only such materials as an
artist of experience would require.
shortly after midnight of the same dav
gained admlttance TO the little inn of
Altsohl, where he remained until the
next evening; setting out in the balmy
June twilight, after having heard from
the gossip at the inn that his strange dis.
appearance and probable suicide had ad-
vanced the value of his canvasses to their
lucky possessors fully an hundred fold
But Herr Paulus was gaining in philos
ophy as well as experience
1.-THE best beloved are the dead. he re
fiected. i will be as one dead to those
in Chemnitz now" with which he
pressed forward cheerily toward Neusohl
and the pass through the Liptau heights
beyond
On the morning of the fourth day Herr
Paulus found himself in the great pano
ramic valley of the Arva, tramping ra
dainty along the mighty stone road lead
ing from Cracow the metropolis o.
Galicia, to Buda-Pesth and the further
cities of the yineland south On thi,
mountain-shadowed forest-fringed. cliff
hung and cascade-tremulous thorough
fare ne sauntered rather than trudged
Scholar, traveller and artist that he had
been, all his travel ana study had never
given him such woudroUs groupings a,
any one hour upon this internationa
highway presented.
His blood tingled from his new mode o
outdoor life. The buds and bloom n