New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1903-11-05
IN TWO PARTs-PART II.


WHY" she asked nesting to her fathers side.
her golden head upon his knee.
My occupation is gone"
You are mistaken. my dear Mr. wingate." the
baron remarked, with his most affable smile Il
intend you to paint my daughters portrait. for TO
your brush alone can I trust delicate task.
She will be easy-cOmparatively easy-after me.
her nature being simple and even mine is com
pick and rugged Her face bears lines Of
thought and mental war; IL Is awless as her soul
Her eyes not dim with long watching: they
are clear the meadow streams. Paint her as
she is-childlike. pure. unworldly. maidenly maid
and true daughter OF Langl0is.'
Il will do my very best" said Dick. highly de-
lighted with his commission and not a little re-
morseful about certain letters he had written con-
corning his hosts many peculiaries and long ser
mons.
So he stayed, and the snow fell and the wind
howled round the turrets and chimney stacks, and
Renees portrait grew so Hfelike that the baron
swore It a greater triumph than his own.
which perfect. To this unstinted praise Dick
acquiesced calmly. He knew that his work was
good. because his whole heart was in it. and. be-
sides. who could help painting masterpiece with
Renee for model?
IF were not welded to my art. and II were
certain that you were not a charming chanSenng'
l should be in love with you" he thought one
afternoon. looking at Renee in her dark velvet
dress gazing down at him from her throne. Their,
because he was English and prfded himself upon
his hard head he secuted the idea. and spoiled the
pensive look upon his models face by making
her laugh over an absurd story about tObogganng
down Kentish lanes.
And when that is finished" said the baron. ex-
aiming the lovely pictured face critically. you
shall DaInt Aurore."
And Richard. FurnivaI and wingate." cried
slender arms 7and the ceiling in the library. and
the altarpiece in the chapel. and stay here FOR
IAN the winter you mean suggested Dick,
You 90 not want amusing in the summer t'me'
At this remark Renee frowned- The warm JOYS
and it hurt her to recall it, ike It hurts wbeT in
present mirth we are reminded how we laughed
just gayly with a friend dead.
E El1R kind Of troubled saFHss'Hss' at the 'oF
DO you notice. Armand he said turning to the
baron, how like IT is Diane de Langlois? There
Is the same intent; exPectant look what II that
TT will be as well with Renee as with Diane"
replied the baron, with a stirening OF MS PACK
of the fame which / foresee will be yours: you
comprehended my scheme OF portraiture at once,
work by IT, and never allow yourself TO desperate
FT0n i9s3s oS and a1e RG the
which accords but strangely with my rugged nat
than ifs fellows To Won If has been allotted to
solve in some degree the problem Of my character.
High resolution rapt meditation a noble sorrow
that you have painted and from it posterity will
tell that vain trifer. but a man Thank
To this unexpected and impassioned address Dick
replied with becoming mOdeSIy. conscious tudt tiIS
than thousands of others painted by young men OF
fore could give to this heretcal opinion the
able winked silence and Lert the room. ,i+ Mat
till the outer world lost and the chateau
seemed to exist in lonely solidity amid an infinite
IF the snow lasts much longer food will fail >,
watching the axes turn from gray TO white as
they. descended below the skyline What shall
FAN back upon the kittens Dick replied alb
stractedy from the top Of the book ladder. a.
Several minutes passed. during which the FIRE
Kissed as the snowfakes attacked it down the
ging the huge velIum bound book emblazoned with
the arms of IangIois in purple green and gold
Have YOU read this?- he asked, placing his prize
upon the table. Come and look at it. 1t is the
Renee crossed the room and leaned the table
The True Chronicle Of the sIeur de Langlols
wherein IS treated all that he did at home and over
sea Also of the Sieur de Langlois, who was SO
itary in the forest And of the strange company
Thus read Dick and. turning over the pages.
quickly came to the story of the fond lover: 49,
doIs and was wooed for many days. And it fell
When he found his wits that he said to the sieur
death wound hath been dealt me Take. therefore
my lands and let TO the forest; and take tn. the
corpse of my lady. that may bury her and daily l
parted and all who knew him wept and there was
no dry eye-no not IN al H the IaRd- s, tbA -,oor
was bright in heaven the Sieur de Langloi5 knelt
sudden the earth shook and the fair tomb was
stirred and strange company stood on the lawn
And one a fearsOne great warrior, stepped 1orth,
together with most fair and cheerful lady. whose
like the Sieur de Langlois had never seen: An An,
var voice Mortal for so she termed him. we have
for it mistaketh me not that the new God Christ
comes not to this wood and we may dwell In In
and make us sweet sacrifice of the woodland beasts
and fruit for s we were DPGg rose and slew
land beasts and burned them upon the tomb and
BTt All the while he prayed within his heart say
ing Sweet Father God. do these things for pity
sin And for many years he served God and the
strangers from the south and died so pure that ms
soul nor slept nor went TO purgatory out new up
@And hefors his death he ala beg his brother that
caused 10 harm and were once great. so from that
6ay tG th 5s ht 6 no ng 0ne With fhe ee Of
goat watcheth our fields a ana CT they dwell beyond
TN the summer" said Renee, resting her head
face. 'in the summer. win you come with me to
BIT 90 you NM they are stn theFs' This was
IT have seen the reflection OF the one with goats
;'Tsut shall not be here IN the summer" said
Renee looked at him earnestly then turned one OF
her long cur1s round his wrist;
meeting the sweet frank eyes. acknowledged his
powerlessness.
Yes" said the baron with majestic condescen-
sion the daughters OF Langlois have never been
denied 10 good and honorable Therefore. Mr.
Wingate, since you love her and are honora be
though Of unknown name ask her with my rulI
sanction II her heart IS yours II well. she shau
be yours. But remember. a daughter or Lang
lois, her heart may be given already TO one more
than mortal. II so. also well"
'1But surely there is fear Of her taking the
veil?" cried Dick in great trepidstion.
The baron rose from his seat. -
'aThank God no. he said and walked with
stately vigor into the closters where IN winter time
he took his morning stroll
s-You did not understand what he meant" re-
marked the able turning his shrewd little eyes
toward the young mans puzzled face You know
the cid story how certain people from the south
took up their abode in the forest OF LanglOs That