The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1900-03-31
! In Love with a Painter


-ACOI,ES BRI-HIERE is an ar
list whose NEUROLOGICAL pic
lures have a most delightful
modern air. His Grecian god
4 desses look like Parisiennes:
their wind-blown hair, their
high -heeled sandals, and pc
culiar twirl given to Their
drapery have captivatcd the Partisan
ladies. So they crowd Jacques studio,
and implore him to let them sit for
Dianas and Andromedas. But he is a
most unromantic fellow, and is swayed
by no consideration other than those
of gain. Although he is but 80, he has
gained fame and some fortune: and he
is so industrious that he flies from USE
less words and time -consumers--that is
to say, women and bores.
A year go. Just after the art exhibit
closed, Jacques determined to go on a
sketching tour So he packed his trunk,
assisted by his friend, Eugene de Lassi,
and was bidding adieu IN his studio
when the servant entered with a note.
1t was n nice little note, daintily per-
fumed and the address was written in
the most delicate hand imaginable. He
read it, frowned, and, crumpling it up,
threw II on the floor.
"Confound the women!" he cried.
whats 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'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 Nine. L.eonie,
such a street and number.
But" said Eugene, who was reading
the note, "it's very we'll written, l as
sure you, full of most delicate wit,
What are you going to do with it?"
"Oh, you literary men!" groanetl
Jacques. what am going to do with
It? Why, burn it, of course. What do
you suppose am going to do with it %
"I'll tell YOU what to do with it," sa id
Eugene, you're going away
Yes"
Then give 1t to me-"
why, what'll you do with it?" said
Jacques, with a stare.
well, I'll play painter" replied Eu-
gene. I'm not much Of one, but can
daub a little-enough, at all events, to
deceive. a woman in love. And IA find
out who Mime. 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 Lassi, 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
oeautiful. But she was more than that.
she was divine. She was a brunette,
and had the most delightful nose. the
most glorious mar, and the most ador-
able little hands and feet that Eugene
nad ever seen. he hattered himself
'hat ne was correctly mace up Tor mis-
role' MS VeiVet plouse ana Jaunty cap
we're d httie 100 clean' perhaps, put
mat was sooo IauIt.
Mme, Leone wanted her portrait
painted ana IL was very dlrncult for
nsr u oeeiue no" II shouiu pe uone.
"e "a.ereu iohS' one uay she woui'l
ue oiipnaie' the next she nad decided
enat " pe represented as oalome was
n.'eesa,y 10 her peace oi hino' but
mnen Eusene hao ,,aue MS prepara-
iomS MS ichie souuess uecloed that
De''iah was the character tnat suited