The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1897-08-08

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rolled it she recognized the fragments
OF her mornings breakfast as ne began
| to eat them. 1t was the one-armed
man.
She remained so motioniess and
| GREATNESS that he finished his scant
meal without noticing her. and even
resumed his place before the easel
without being aware of her presence.
The noise. of approaching feet gave a
! fresh impulse to her own, and she
moved toward him. But he was evil
IDENTIFY accustomed to these interrupt
tons, and worked on steadily without
turning his head. As the other foot
steps passed her she was emboldened
to take a position behind him and
glance at his work. Tt was an archi-
/ tectural study Of one of Canaletto's
palaces. Even her inexperienced eyes
were struck with its vigor and fidelity.
But she was also conscious of a sense
of disappointment. Why was he not,
like the others. copying one of the
masterpieces? Becoming at last aware
Of rotionless woman behind him. he
rose, and with a slight gesture of
courtesy and a Misunderstanding .Vous
yerrez, mieux Ia, mademoiselle, moved
to one side.
Thank YOU said Miss Maynard in
English But I did not wish TO disturb
YOU
He glanced quickly at her face for
the first time. .'Ah. you are English"
he said.
No, I am American
His face lightened. so am L"
IT thought so,' she said.
From my bad French?"
NO. Because you did not look up to
see il the woman you were polite to
was old or young"
He smiled. And you, mademoiselle,
you did not murmur compliment to
the copy over the artists back"
She smiled. too-yet with a little
pang over the bread But she was re-
lieved TO see that he evidently had not
recognized her. You are modest" she
said. You do not attempt master
pieces
'Oh, no. The giants like Titan and
Correggio must be served with both
hands. l have only one" he said, half
lightly, half sadly.
But you have been a soldier" she
said. with quick intuition.
Not much Only during our war
until I was compelled to handle moth
ing larger than a palette knife. Then
came home to New York, and as I
was no use there l came here to study"
Il am from South Carolina" she
said quietly with a rising color.
He put his palette down and glanced
at her black dress. Yes" she went
on doggedly, my father lost all his
property and was killed in battle with
the northerners. I am an orphan, a
pupil of the Conservatoire." 1t was
never her custom TO aliude to her fam
lily or her lost fortunes. She knew not
why she did it now, but something i'm
PEELED her to rid her mind of it at
once TO him. Yet she was panied ar
his grave and plying face.
I 81,
Then, after a pause. he added with a
gentle smile: AT all events you and
I viii not quarrel here under the wings
of the French eagles which shelter US
BOTH
Il only wanted to explain why 1 was
alone in Paris" she said, little ag-
gressively.
He replied by unlocking his palette.
which was ingeniously fastened by a |
ing arm, and opened a portfolio of
sketches at his side. PERHAPS they |
may interest you more than the copy, |
which | have attempted only to get at
this mans method. They are sketches |
l have done here. >"
There was a buttress of NOtre Dame, |
a black arch of the Pont Neuf, part of 1
an old courtyard in the Faubourg st. /
Germain-all very fresh and striking. /
Yet with the recollection of his poverty /
in her mind she could not help saying: |
. But if you copied one of these master !
pieces, you know you could sell it. |
There is always a demand for that I
work
Yes" he replied, but these help me
N my line, which is architectural (
study. 1t is perhaps not very ambi-
tious," he added, thoughtfully, but"
up again, 4 sell these
sketches, too. They are quite market
4 BILE, assur eyou."
Helen's heart sank again. She re-
nembered now to have seen such
sketches-she doubted not they were
nis-in the cheap shops in the Rue
ticlzeted at a few francs