The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1901-08-01

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} Scarcely he'd be uttered thsse sofd,
vhsn. sslsi1s . palette. be seated himsei
st The easel snd vss soon totally absorbed
10 ni. occupation. Hoor after boar pas
% anbssdsd BY Sebastian. uho sn toe
much cnsrossed BY The bssuiiiul creation
Of biz ptn,il. Which seemed buntips Ia
10 life. TO ssrk the flight Of time.
Aeothsr ,oucbi be exclaimed. A soii
shade here tov the mouth. Yss. thtrel
II "Opens those eyes They pierce me
through, Wat . iorshssdl What deli
cscyi Oh, my bssutiial. Aud Sebastian
foleos tbs boar, torso, be vss slave.
forsos his dreaded punishmept-sli, al
sAs oblitsntsd from the soul Of the youth
fai artist Who thought OF nolbiua, ssw
pothing, bat his bssutiiui piciure.
Bot Who on describe the horror and
cons.erps'ion Of the unhappy slave when,
on suddenly turoirs around, be bshsld siI
tbs tupils. With his MISTER si their bead,
stsndise beside him,
Bebstisn levtr ouoe dreamed OF jasii
Tying bimseli. and With his pallets 10 one
hand sni bis brushes 10 tht other. he
hnns bis bead. sssitios 10 silence the
punishment be believed no Justly merit
cd. For some moments . dead silence
prevailed. for II Sebastian wss corfounded
st being oa1sht 10 the oom mission Of such
Z aserant crime. Mnfillo spd bis pupils
we're not less rstoLi he'd At the discovery
they had made.
Murillo. having With . gestire OF the
hand imposed silence on bis pupils. who
could hardly restrain themselves from civ
log way to their admiration. approached
Hebastion and, concosling bis emotion,
ssid 10 coll severe tone, while be look
el slternstels irom the beautiful head OF
the Virgin 10 the terrified slave Who stood
like statue beioie bin;
Who Is your msstsr, Sebss tiob2
You, repli. the boy 10 . voice scarce
iy sudible. mean your drawing mssterf
said MuriIo
You, senor. sssin replied the trembling
slsve.
II cannot be. never gave yoa issSons,
said the astoui he'd painter,
But you gave them to o,hers, and lis
tened TO them. r iaed the boy, embolden
ed by The kiujness OF his master.
And you have dope better than listen'
You have ptca.el BY them exclaimed d
Munllo, unable longer to conceal his I'd
9 ntlemep, does ibis boy merit
punishment or rews,di
At the word 'punishment Sebssiisn's
heart beat G nick The word rsw.rp
gave him little ooutsge. bat fearing
that his ears had deceived him, be looked
with timii and imploring eyes toward
bis master.
Arevsrd, senorl oiei the pupils 10 :
breath.
That is we'll. Bat what shsll II be9
Sebastian began to breathe
Ten ducsts st least, ssid Mendez
Fifteenl cried Ferdinand.
No. sell Cor r2.lo, . beautiful new dress
or the next holiday.
Speak. Sebastian. ssid Marillo looking
i bis slave, whom none Of these rewards
eemed to move. Are these thinss not TO
'onr tsstef Tell me what you wish for.
an SO pleased with your beautiful com
position that will grant you any request
'on may ask, Speak. then, do not be
irAid,
Oh, master, II l dared And Sebastian
lasping bis hands. fell Ut the feet Of his
master.
II vas easy to read in the half opened
ips Of the boy aod bis sparkling eyes
ONE devouring thought within. which
inidity pr, vented him from uttering.
With the view Of encouraging him each :
I the pupils suggested some favor for r
i'm to demand.
AK gold, Sebastian. :
AK rich dresses. Bebsstisn. = =
Ask 10 be received % pupil. Sebastian. :,
A faint emile passed over the counte . "
srce OF the slave st the last words, bat =
Q hung down his hesd and rensinsd si
mt y
Ak for the best place 10 the studio. :.
I'D GoLzilo. who from being the last
ome pupil had the worst light on bis = !
lsel,
Come, take courage. said Morillo esyIy. i !
The master 10 so kind today. said Fsrdi !.
and halt aloud. would risk something. =
sk ytur freedom. Sebastian. :"
AT these words, Bebsstisn uttered ; cry
anguish. and. raising bis eyes 10 his :, :,
sstef, be exclaimed 10 . voice choksd "
lth sobs:
The freedom Of my father -ths freedom )"
my fstherl
Aud thine also. said Mnrillo. Who. no r
niger able 10 concesI his emotion, threw !.
Is arms srsupd Sebastian End pressed :"
in to his bressi, :.
Your pencil. be continued. shows tbst =. -
~ have talent, your reques. prsves tbst \ "
10 hsvs . hesrt. The srtist 10 complete. =
rom this day consider youreIi not only - :,
my pnpil. bat - my sor. Happy :.
uriiloi I have done more than paint : =
have made painter.
MurilIo kept bis word, and Sebastian
omfz z, better knosn under the rsus oi
e MuIlAto Of MorilIo. bsc.ms one OF the ce
ost csletr.tsd paint RS Of 6psiu. There pr
~ Ut be seen II the churches Of Be ID
lie The celebrsted ptcture which be had al