Maryland independent. [volume] (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1874-current, 1897-02-26

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z speak is dead, it is, conclude, a pos
thumous portrait you wish to have
4 taken the picture Of the little Great
. nre whose soul has fed, lying il his
white bel, n crown of white roses on
his colorless forehead 1t will be a
painful task to me; but to obligc You,
a madame, | shall be happy, if you will
, give me your address, TO proceed as
soon as possible to your residence.
Dame YvOnne drew from her pocket
: a large red and blue handkerchi,f I,
with which, qni;e simply, she wiped
: her fearful eyes.
Thank you, monsieur. she said
"but | need not give you so much
trouble. Ny child has been dead six
years"
The photographer looked s'upeGed.
"Yon have then, already, a portrait
: of yo ir son!' he said, after a pause
"a painting, perhaps, that you wish
photo rap ied?"
ga al liing of him-I?' exclaimed
Dame Ivonne. Mon dieu, mol or
why should havJ come all the way
from Brittany? have no sort OF
relic or remembrance of my sweet
angels face it is the hope of obtain
ing one that has induced me to take
this long journey"
The photographer started to his feet
u utter amazemrnt.
"WharI-c,,d.me T. be exclaimed ;',nI
do yon imagine tGarrmitLa. the ori.
ginal, without another portrait, with
out any sort of indication or guide, l
can produce likeness of a child who
died six years ago?'
"What, monsicurl" cried Dame
lvonne' in her tnrn, "do you mean
TO say TINT it is impossible? People
vanat on every side the prodigies, the a
miracles OF photography; boast that q
II surprises the sea in the mysterious
movements OF its waves, and the sky
in the rapid flight of its clouds, and '
renders accurately the most intricate ;
tracery of the highest buildings and t
monuments; and cannot it-cannot
the art that accumplishes these maryels 5
reproduce a vestige, souvenir n i
shadow Of my son? Cannot it give h
ever so imperfect n resemblance of b
her chill 10 n desolatc mother p
who n
Sobs broke the sentence. Dune ii
Ivonnc could say no more.
Now here wns great grief to CON il
sole and the honor OF great inyen. +,
uon to defend. The kiul-heartel .,
photographer did not wish tho simple t,
peasant to return to her Breton wiz il
hge disappointed, so he reflected a o.
while.
"MadAm"," he said thoughtfully,
nothing is absolutely impossible" q
cab" she cried quickly, then YOU ''
'an give mea portrait of my daring?" g 9,
Perhaps" said he. y
"Thoush he has been dead six d
'ears?" she asked. III
Who know o. he sail. 81 viii try
It any rate. J." til
"God bless you. mouseur-you nm | hl
Our family-if You acc ,mpli4h this To
good action. "excl,ime d .mr Yyoan.. ir
remnlou lr. ''Whut can du 10 HELM IN
on? Is there anything nece ,sary for va
"1ou have preserved the clothes of
he child you have lost?" lie asked. r
Preserved them?' she echoed; 'T 90
'ould no more part with them than n =,
hnrch would relinqnlsh its sacred so
elic'. l have the very little gar -,
lcnts, still as good as new, in which L Nr
ressel him the last time he ran chns. !,
Is the butterflies in the green field" d.
Send them to me directly" said
lie artist. N
"You shall have them in an hour,
Ionsieur," D." she replied. tr,
"Good," said he "Only three We
ore questions. What was the color tb
his hair?" an
Golden, she replied. we
GLOW old was hep" continued the NJ
photographer. To
Five years. was the reply. to,
"Was he sufficiently advanced in in til,
liigence to have any sense of reli- Sp
on-to be pious?" he asked. of
'Pious! Alb, ciel the poor little sa,
lgei he was always at prayers. re. en-
lied the widow; "at night, before he tot
ent to rest, at the foot of his little ov
ed; IN the morning. when he rose, of
efore the image of our blessed Lord hi,
lat hung on his bedroom walI"-- sti
"Thnt is enough, said the photog- du
pher, rising. "When science and n,
ETY. work hand in hand in common Cn
lhse We may hope for success. l Sp
ave 50 strong wish to aid you, ma be,
'me, that do not donbt that shall or,
nd way. Aiieul An revoil /" Of,
The clothes were sent, the work was seo
'gun. and two days afterward Dame Sir
vonne received the first proof OF the ,be
'r'rait She uttered cry of JOY. chi
at is he !" she exclaimed. ''I know tol
IN again 1t is my son See there DIV,
the little vest with the silver but the
nS-the little trousers l made with Tn
y own hands; there are his little mn,
ms, his tiny fingers. his long golden Pat