Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1899-10-25
In Love with a Painter
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most deuSntIu mouHA oA. AA'
Crecian goddesses look like Paris
iennes: their wind-blown hair, their
h,pb-beeled sandals, and a peculiar
twirl given to their drapery have cap
tivated the Partisan ladies'. So they
crowd Jacoues' studio, and implore him
tn LET them sit for Dianas and Androme-
das But he Is q most unromantlc Iei-
low, and is swayed by no consioera-
tions other than those OF gain. Al
though he is but 80, he has gained fame
and some fortune; and he Is so indus
trious that he flies from useless words
and time-consumers-t is to say.
women and bores-
A year ago, Just after the art e1hioh
closed. Jacques determined to go on
sketching tour So he packed his trunk,
assisted by his friend, Eugene de Lassi,
and was bidding adieu to his studio,
when the servant entered with note.
It was a nice little note, daintily per
fumed. and the address was written IN
the most delicate hand imaginable. He
read 1t, frowned, and. crumpling II up
threw it on the floor.
"Confound the women" he cried.
.Wt0t's the matter?' asked his
friend.
"Why, I'm such an unlucky fellow"
replied jacques. There's always some
woman or other bothering me. writing
about how she admires my paintings.
and how she'd like to see me, and all
that sort Of thing. Just as II a man
should say he would like to see my
paintings because he admired the cut
of my beard. Look" said he. picking
up the letter. address Mime. LeOnie.'
such a street and number"
But" said Eugen who was reading
the note, Its very well written, l as
sure you, full Of most delicate wit
What are you going to do with it2'
"'Oh, you literary men" groaned
Jacques. What am going to do with
It? Why, burn II, Of course. What do
you suppose I am going to do with it?'
"I'n tell you what to do with 1t, said
eugene. you're going away"
Yes"
'Then give 1t to me-"
"Why, what'n you do with itY said
Jacques, with a stare.
'''- III fifplsy plssyyn na.ns.:. replied En-
gene. I'm not much Of one, but I can
daub a nttle-enough. at all events. to
deceive a woman in love. And I'll find
out who Nine. Leonie' is-that's only
part Of her name, I'm sure"
So 1t was settled. Jacques Bruhiere.
painter, set off for Switzerland, and
Eugene de Lass, man Of letters, re-
mained to personate him. But only for
Nine. Leonie. Other visitors were told
the truth-that the master was gone.
At last she came. Eugene's romantic
fancy had painted her as young and
beautiful But she was more than that
she was divine. She was brunette.
and had the most delightful nose. the
most sparkling eyes. the most glorious
hair, and the most adorable little hands
and feet that Eugene had ever seen He
hattered himself that he was correctly
made up for his role His velvet blouse
and jaunty cap were a little too clean,
perhaps, but that was a good fault.
Mime. Leonie wanted her portrai,
painted. and It was very difficult fol-
her to decide how It should be done.
She wavered long. One day she would
be Ompha1e; the next she had decided
that to be represented as Salome was
necessary to her peace Of mind. But
when Eugene had made his prepara
tons. his tickle goddess decided tina,
Delilah was the character that suited
her. And then she would wander
around the studio, and drape herself
with the barbaric stuffs used by long
gone models, and handle the curious
weapons, and examine the porcelains
And then she would say that she wa:
weary, and would come the next day
And she would go, leaving Eugene d.
Lassi deeper IN love than ever.
As for him, he was In q dream. HI
had retired from the world. At hi:
own quarters his door was daily storm
ed by publishers, by managers, b.
printers boys, by creditors, and b.
friends. But no one knew where h
had gone. He had told his servants b,
was going away, but had not told then
where. 1t was wrong. decidedly wrong
bnt he took certain ferocious Joy In I
when he thought how he himself hat
once pursued these same editors ant
managers.
Eugene had at last discovered tina
dis inamorata was a widow, wealthy
and Of good family. Her full nam,
was Leonie de Nores. He had neve
told his love, but that she was blind t.
It was impossible. Yet she was Ger
tainly blind to his painting, for she ex
expressed her admiration of 1t with al
enthusiasm that made Eugene vince
But one day. when he was. as usual
attempting to transfer her TO canvas. ,
L. IL m tvr tro. trh hc n
troduced In the background attracted
her attention
Jacques" said she, don't you thinl
that you are-that you are-well, tina
you're losing a little Of your skillT'
''Whatr' shouted Eugene.
II mean-that is-I'm afraid that
keep you from your work 80 mucl
that"
II only hope that you may keep M
rom 1t forever" returned the amorou
Eugene. And SO the dangerous momen
passed.
forever. One fine day, as Eugene wa
seated pom a divan thinking Of hi
lady-lOve, who had just departed, VIII
should enter but Jacques Bruhiere
Yes. there he was. with his attendan
carrying his umbrella, his sketch-bOoks
his camp-stools. his baggage tru
artist just from the country. The falls
one trembleo az he thought that hi
dresn was over. Had ha been a Boz
gia be would have slain bic friend. A
he was not, le pressed him hand warm
ly, and bade him welcome.
But bow could b sxsdeats hlmsei