Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1897-10-15

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Now he stood staring at her with wide
open, alarmed eyes, and he dropped his
brushes on to the floor.
What ails you, signor?" she cried.
81 did but suggest exchanging the pic
lures"
He tried to regain his composure as
he stopped to pick up his brushes.
THE king of Glottenberg' S picture is
the best for him to have" said he sui
lenly. "This one, madame, painted for
you yourself and for you alone"
II pay the price and can do what 1
will with the picture" retorted the
will give it to the king of Glottenberg. I"
Giraldo had now turned very pale,
and, forgetful of the picture, stood gaz-
ing fixedly at the princess, for he could
no longer hold down in secrecy and ST.
lence the passion that possessed him,
but it was declared in his eyes and in
the trembling of his limbs, so that the
princess rose from her chair and shrank
away from him in alarm, regretting
that she had dismissed her ladies in Or
der to be less restrained in talk with
the painter, and she tried to cry out,
that they might hear her where they
were in an adjoining room, but her cry
froze on her lips at the sight of Giral-
dos passion. And he cried in hoarse
whisper:
"He shall not have the picture. he
shall not have itr' And as he spoke he
moved nearer to the princess, who still
shrank away from him, being now in
very great alarm and thinking that
surely he had run mad. Yet she looked
at him and, looking, saw whence his
madness came. and she felt pity for
him and held out her clasped hands
toward him, saying in very soft voice
and with eyes that grew sad and tender:
''Ah, signor, signor, am l always to
have lovers and never a friend?"
At this the unfortunate painter was
overcome, and, dropping his head be-
tween his hands, he gave a deep, half
stif1ed sob, and then he cried:
Goods curse ON me for having SIAN
dered the beauty that 1 love" And
then he sobbed again.
But the princess wondered greatly
what he meant by his strange cry, and
turned her eyes again on him i'll be-
wildered questioning, saying, as she
pointed to the picture:
10 cla
unless too much praise be SANDER"
Giraldo made no answer in words,
but springing toward her caught her by
the wrist and drew her across the room
to the door behind the easel. With fe-
verish haste he unlocked it and passed
through. The princess, although now
free from his grip, followed him in a
sort of fascination. Giraldo drew the
door close behind him, and at the mo-
ment the princess gave a cry, hall
scream, half laughter, for facing her
she saw, each ON its easel, three, four,
five, six pictures of herself, each beauti-
full and painted most lovingly, and the
last of the six was the picture that had
been painted by order of the king OF
Glottenberg for she knew it by the at.
tire, although the face had not been fin
ished when she had last seen it. A sud
den enlightenment pierced her mind,
and she knew that Giraldo had not sent
the pictures for which she had sat to
him, but had kept them himself and
sent others to his patrons This strange
conviction found its sure confirmation
| in a seventh easel which stood apart
from the rest on the other side of the
door, for it supported what was in all
respects a copy Of the portrait on which
| Giraldo was now engaged, save that by
cunning touches he had impaired to the
face an alien and fearful aspect, fol
here, although the features had theil
shape and perfect grace, yet it was the
face of devil that looked out ON the
canvas, face that a man would moi
have gazing at him from the wall on tC
the bed where he sought sleep.
But when Giraldo saw her eyes fixeG
ON this picture he cried: "That is fol-
you-the other is mine. Are they moi
your featuresI The king Of Glottenbere
should not have even your features
But you shall have them, and if devil
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it not so with all fair women that leaC
even to destruction? There is your true
picture, Princess Osra" And he flung
himself on a couch with a mad cry Of
rage and then a groan of despair.
The Princess Osra looked at him, AND
at the beautiful pictures, and then al
the picture that was like her and yet
like a devil. First she pitied the paint
er, and then marveled at his wonderful
skill, that so transformed her without
drawing line that could be called un,
true. Thus thinking, she stood fol
awhile, grave and puzzled. But ther
the humor struck her, as it struck hei
house always in great things and in
small, and it seemed to her most ludi.