New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1898-10-16
BElLINES MODEL.

tccnth century at Venice than in the late nine
tcenth in London. When Victor Carpaccio
and John Bellini paced the marble pavement
together in their stately lowered robes there
was hardly sight that met their eyes whether
they turned to the rose-flushed carvings the
Dogs palace the fairy domes and spires of st.
Mark or the elittering water that lapped the
Steps. which was not beautiful in form and color.
Brightly coiored gondolas belonging to the rul-
ing classes in Venice interspersed among
the black ones of the commonalty: and draper
les worn by both men and women had a stately
sweep unknown in modern Europe All vas
fair and comedy that the eye could reach.
NO-not all. There was a wretched sckly
child VI four laid upon the steps of st. Marks
Lion. who walled feebly and persistently and
whose unSeeing eyes told Of brain trouble. He
was IN the charge of an older chid-a little girl
OF eight or nine. who held a guitar upon her
knees. She was picturesque enough. her long
frock ~ faded bronze color was just the right
tint 10 throw up the true "Ncnet an red Of her
hair which arched itself somewhat straightly
over her sweet little face and turned up its ends
with a latent inclination to curl Every now
anu men she sang a niue song TO her guitar III
pertunctory. childish Vay-paying and singing
in perfect tune. but without enjoyment or inter
est When her song VAS done she mechanic ally
held out 4 little brass bowl In the paSsers by,
and then. full or empty. set it down on the steps
by her side. and turned with motherly tender
ness to the waiiins child tes.de her. who seemed
To b" qu'eter when laid across her iitt!e Knees
in place II the guitar.
Tie Madonna in glory. two saints On either
side. angels playing beiDV." Bcliini Was saying
as they paced the pathway
MIN - 20 be the Presentation in the Temple.
said Carpaccio. and also must have angels
playing beOw. so the DOee has ordered. But
truth - tell. hardly my way to those same
angels. cannot frame my mind 10 The vision
OF them At that moment
"WherefOre?" said Belllni. Surely the blessed
angels praise always. and forever,
But they would not praise the same way milo
caro-. when the Lord WAS Inundated as when
He Ads exalted nor when Madonna heard mat
the sword should pierce her heart as when she
was elprilied 5 in thy picture said Carpaccio.
Thou soest TOO deep for me. Victor" said Bel
lin. II seek but TO paint what is BEAUTIFUL. that
those who behold my Madonnas ana saints may
have their hearts stirred 10 contemplation. Thou
fcst thy pictures with thought. 70 stir up the
reason If the beholdei*. rhis-i a great sift
but it ~ not mine
a soldo Tor my song E<celency." said the
little maiden's childish voice at his knee. as she
held but her brass bowl Tcllini loved children.
and he felt in his pouch for sOldo Which fell
ringing into The bowl. The child looked up with
smiling thanks.
What 10 they call thee little one" h. said.
OBTAINING her a moment a. she would have hur
ricd back 70 her guitar aDi her baby.
My name q AnZiOa CI>aila. Signor. out they
call ne Ilnze of the Lion steps" said the little
girl. because always sit ara play my guitar
here when no one else drives ne away Then
Beilini released her. ard she vent back 80 her
wailins charge. An acquaintance here came UP
to talk {" Bellini. and Carpaccio walled by MS
side and watched the littt lame. at some
twenty feet distance from her.
Suddenly man alfred IN shabby inery came
up - tn little girl ANA spoke roughly 20 her
evidently looking in great contempt AZ the few
soldi N he bowl. Lazy bones, good for moth
ing h. said. always nursing that IDIOT IN
stead u earning thy own bread Thou shalt
have the stick when ct home
CarpaCCio stepped forward. "Nay. my friend.
the little one has been singing and singing pref
lily. ton.'
Not il she would haze sung had been At her
elbow ,Snor" said Cassaia. But thus 1t Is
always. women ard chi!!ren are never To De
trusted alone. and II but slip round into the
Gale - get myself a stoUp If vine. | ma her
nursing thc hoy when l come back. am an
unfortunate man. siguor First lose my wife.
who was able ~ support the Whole family with
her singing. then the boy. - whom ! look 10
carry my name fail, from top 10 bottom Or
the stairs and cracks his skull 50 that n has
never spoken since and here is lame. who can
play he guitar better Than any child 81 her
years n Venice letting h"r chance go by 20 idle
with he infant. But there IS the founding hos
pital near by. and have told her that ! shall
take him away and leave MN there II nave
TO complain again"
Zanze's eyes filled with Tears. 1t was plain
that this threat was meant for her rather than
for the information Of CdrpaCciO.
NAY" said Carpaccio. the little one does her
best Here is a silver piece if she will sing me
her song. and he dropped it into the bowl
Zanze drew a long breath and looked At him
gratefully Casaa lifted his shabby hat. not
uugra,,.fully. and with shade Of apology.
.'Th. signor is good h. said. "IanZe can DO
better than anything His Excellency mas heard
She has an Keen As any in VENICE. ana
she can. strike the note upon the guitar Of any
.ourd she hears. Choose among the sounds
Your Excellency MAY near aiouhd ua ana sue
shall strike the note
There was a chaos u sounds around them:
street cries from the Piazza. singing fainty
heard from within st. Marks the chatter Of the
rondoiiers the plop-plOp II the water against
the marble steps: but Carpaccio. whimsical by
nature said Let her S1rihr the note the babe
walls in.