Gardnerville record. (Gardnerville, Nev.) 1898-1902, 1901-05-16

the 8ngcl. the soft coiors ana cnaI
iints which belong TO an Opaque medi-
um." He reached out his hand and
Drew IN climbing rose that had reach
ell to the easement. WAS anything
more exquisiteT' he said. Then. softly
and carefully lest it should brush of
Its petals against the rough window
ledge. he bent II bnck to its place
against the gray wall
"Close your eyes" the angel said. 81
will show you the second wing" The
painter felt himself led to the south
window. "Now look" said his guide
4 strange change had come over the
landscape in that short moment. A
mellower flush softened the foliage OF
the trees aud deepened the hues of
the blossoms. The sky itself had y
stronger and more vivid blue. I'm this
gallery" said the angel, ARE nothing
but oils. This Is where Rosa Bonheur
painted Look across TO the road and
you Will see The charging. white named
heroes OF the Horse Fair aud hear
their neighing. Playing there on the
post road are the gamins of Marie
Bashkrtseff. Here are all the land
scapes that were ever spread on can
vas. Today there are scenes Of calm
and quiet tomorrow my Master will
cloud his sky, bend his trees and whip
his hedges with a great wind In order
that those pupils who wish may have
for model the gloam aud the storm"
With n gesture the angel bade the
painter close his eyes second time
and led him TO the east window. When
he opened them there had come another
subtle change on the world without.
The rich tints had disappeared; sub
ducd brown had rpsted the hedgerows.
aud wisps Of sasranl. motley leaves
danced along the paths The great trees
were bare, aud In the network which
their stripped. complaining branches
laced ibe wind made a somber singing.
"In This wing" said the angel. "are
my Masters etchings. Here are sihou-
ettes of forests against steel sky
Here are stretches of barren seacoast
with lonely dunes. Here are desolate
country houses BY blenk ways. Here
are all the sad and sober shadows of
the pencil"
Again the angel bade hin close his
eyes and lung the north window open.
This time further change. the great
est of ALL appeared. The painter
could scarce repress a cry of delight.
for bo was looking out upon n world
of sculpture. soft snnw had marbled
the dimpling surface of street aud
field and smoothed the harsh outlines
into grace. stilling the sparkles OF the
distant river. II had turned the con
tours Of the faraway hills In the
curves of mountain maidens and giant
warriors. it was as though some
great white vision had come while the
earth slept 10 touch all that WAS bare,
all that was ugly, all that was without
charm. and dream 1t Into loseliness.
The painter drew a long. deep breath
and threw back his hend With a pecul-
lar gesture. There was new Hight
upon his fare. at which the angel
smiled. He seated himself and dropped
his face into bis hands. II was so
great aud maryelous'
When he looked up. the angel was
gone. He started to his feet. The
tears were wet upon his face. "A
beautiful dream" he said. a beau
tiful dream" lie looked at the can
vas spread upon the easel for II mo
ment smiling at II. but not bitterly.
Then he went to the window and look
cal out upon the spring. The climbing
rose was still there, little redder. a
little more sweetly perfumed, little
higher and stronger upon its stalk.
lie reached out IA finger and drew II
into the embrasure of the window.
"lt was beautiful dream" he said.
But IL was not "A dream after all, for
an hour later the door behind him
opened very softly and the angel came
In. He did not speak. but went close
behind where the painter worked and
look ed over his shoulder. The great
design OF the THE Triumph of Life"
was blotted out. and low down in the
corner of the huge canvas n little spot
OF color was growing and taking
shape.
He was painting the climbing rose.
Then the angel smiled to himself.
passed out through the door noiselessly
and was gone.-Atlanta Constitution.