Clarke courier. [volume] (Berryville, Va.) 1869-1997, 1900-12-05

: ~"V" MS Nofk amid 10000 canyaSeS"
but who Is hef" inquired anxious
v- He refused to tell me his name"
Nobody knows" responded the deal
err
He is master" declared. admir-
ting the picture.
Undoubtedly. Such technic is DOS
sessed by no other living painter. II il
because OK That | am able TO offer you
l,OOO lire for the picture
a thousand lirc. stood open mouth
ed.
1T was more than you expected. ehY'
be rejoined. with a laugh.
Weeks passed however. until one
morning whilc ! Mas busy hc catered
accompanied 10y Filomena. lie seemed
rather more feeble. and n sinyle glance
ut the girl whose sweet face. with the
clear blue eyes. was such an exact rep
hca or that exquisite little Madonna
! or Nandyke in the Pitt palace. show
ed that she had sadly changed. Her
checks had lost their rJGndness. her
face was pale. and she, was evidently
; ILL.,
. sympatai2cd with her. and We fen
To talking Iai,e naturally. She WIS I'm.
g"nuous. frank aud altogethp rharm-
ing
! told the si;;nore hov- had sold the
B picture To trrgnri. 80 which h. smiled
und then p;uc"V,icd To uuiz and eriti-
/ else lay new work. pointing ont a de-
rect In for, shortening shat bad not
before noticed aud indicating th,. pr-
d rOrS with his hin. luny hand
BNf Won NJ. itnn-,,t-i,..
piano. 81 laVorr hrnc." h.. said encanr-
sgingly and after LiNir. some technical
Instruction ',idcd. And now let me seq
what can make of 1T
He threw aside. his shabby coat. tool,
/ up my palette. nixcd some colors with
great chr" and then ia silence went TO
work.
Thus ! stood chatting with f'iiomena
We chaitet ahoCt tac -ali,r.ca and the
antiquities. a"d l could not refrain
from saying:
"Firenzc non 81 muove. So tuita non
81 duolc"
"Ah." she laughed that Is quite
true. Its charm lies in the fact ,haf
the vandalS have not touched il like 50
many OF our old cities And You find il
pleasant too"
Il have but little time 10 sec its beau
/ tics. answered. Il work always.
+ Work. work. but with such littIc result
/ -ah. So very little"
The old man finished nj last and
/ threw down th,. brushes, saving.
II think now IL Will do. Take il 10
that old rogue Ferroni and make fim
! give you 1000 lire for H. II is worth
that. but the old Jew always lies like
an epitaph."
stood before the easel dumfounded
| The effect was perfect. He was indeed
the mysterious master thanked him
but be waved me aside. declaring IL
was nothing.
As the old man had suggested Fer
roni gave mc 2.0OO lire for the picture
and day or two afterward. having
entered Santa Maria Novella with a
view 20 painting the StroEgl chapel as
q background. ! suddenly encountered
FiiOmena- She was going up to Fiesoe
TO deliver "A message for the slgmore.
and. obtaining permission. | accompa-
MED her. How well remember that
sunny afternoon AZ we Strolle,i about
the ancient little tpwn perched high
ppOn It's hili, whore the women were
plating their strawS; how we gazed
down upon the Duomo and the red
roofs or Florence. with the ArnO wind
Ing away like silver thread 10 sun
blanched old Pisa aud the distant sea !
| ! pecame Intoxicated 10y her marvellous
beauty. for her face was pure as one OF
DOnatello's angels
| Beneath the shadow of the grim old
Porta san Gallo she halted 10 take
leave OF me. and saw In her manner
a irm determination TO give me no op-
portunity OF finding cut where she
| lived. Somehow ! could not open my
mouth even 10 Stammer a word of love.
although my heart was full Of it,
"Addio." she said. stretching forth
her slim. white haud.
rAddio. 81 dice al mOrti' (adieu one
says only to the dead. protested. tax
Ing her hand.
Then riVerderie" she said. raising
! her eyes to mine with n strange. sad
look and. turning. continued her way
beneath the trees of the Niale
Time wore on until the festa OF Ma
tale. On the day following the fete |
CHANGED 60 be crossing the piazzi ST.
gnoria. that great old square fanked by
the Palazzo Vecchio and Oyeagna's q
dark old lOggia. with its wonderful
brOpzes and statuary. when suddenly a
hne carriage drawn by grand pair Of
bays passed me. I'm il, sitting alone,
was slight female figure warmly
wrapped In rich furs. glanced quick
ly after her. No, Surely II could not
be FilomenaJ | laughed bitterly at the
e9ggestiop. Ehen. Sighing YEARLY. con-
tinued my way.
One night while sat reading by can
delight my door was opened sudden
iy. and man IN smart fivery stood in
the entry,
"The Signor George Maguireg" he
inquired.
! rose quickly and took from his hand
a letter. which found to contain an
urgent request in italian that | should
accompany the bearer. US the writer
wished 20 see ne immediately Ii was
signed III. Maestro Misterioso.'
So ne knew the title thnt old lNerronl