Canyon City news. (Canyon City, Tex.) 1903-1908, 1904-04-01

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! Is so kind to Vladimir"
/ The old woman obeyed and ran out.
Her picture. You have her picture
| painted" Stammercd Ncslerov.
"ies, |. and the good part of II is
that she knows nothing Of il. shall!
give il To her when she comes again to
see as" said Vladimir
But do not understand How could
you draw Il face without having IL be-
fore you:" asked the prince.
'I1a. 1t is never from my sight The
most beautiful face. \ face that enc
could not forget drew it painted
lt-two-t three and four times from
memory. and always alike"
At this iuncturc the old woman re.
turned with picture In n frame. 81
lently she handed il Ia \eslcrov. He
sat with ii in his hands, ..aZing down
hungrily upon the features he knew so
well. II showed two things first,
I that there was. undevelupcd in the
young man. n talent that would make
him famous II il over got n chance: sec
ond. that he must hay" the picture Of
the girl indclihIy in his mind To paint
so true Il picture from memory. And,
knowing Frances Gordon. NCslcrov
knew that this man was a most dan.
Cerous rival for her hand.
But that is not MI hc has donc," said
the old woman eNultingly
"Pshaw" exclaimed Papa railpoff.
ale has dome nothing else worth men
tloning"
Vladimir looked up in surprise and
caught n swift look Of warming lin shed
from MiChaci'S eyes ~ those Of his
wife The warning fash was also seen
hy Nrsrr"v, ana his curiosity was
whettpd
surely this cannot l." ALL" he said
"Such talent must have an outlet.
There must hr something else. Come.
| will lunk at al yuu have and buy
what want"
"Rui not that" replied Vladimir. 81
could not sell that"
But another "f the same face:'
"No. could NOT sell that face"
"rhcn let mo see something else
something Ms good aS this ana will
buy IT,"
There is another womans face
began Mamma paulpof'
Yes. and IL beautiful face as this,
but Il Russian" added Vladimir. At
was a picture. Papa raulpof' had it.
I found it one day and painted one
from it,"
"Show it 10 me" said Neslcrov.
His eyes were fixed Oh the face of
Vladimir with something like fear in
them now. He glanced from one 10
another Il The group.
Papa laulpof showed evidences of
RIGHTEOUSNESS. hut Vladimir was eager
10 satisfy the prince. He sent the old
woman for the other portrait.
She brought it and placed il in the
hands Of the prince. At the first glance
his face went white to the very lips
His hands shook. His frame troniblrd
Good heavens was brcaihcd under
his mustachc The words were not
beard, but the manner of the man did
not escape Papa Paulpoff
''Who Is this-it Is beautiful wom-
an--but her nameT' asked Neslcrov,
and his voice had turned suddenly
hoarse in spite of the effort TO control
himself.
Il found Il small picture one day aft,
er party of mobiles passed by" an,
swered Papa Paulpoff.
a swift glance of suspicion shot from
the eyes of Ncslerov to the face Of Papa
Paulpon But the old mans face was
perfectly impressive.
Il will buy This. Name your price"
said the prince. And will buy the
other. the one yon found"
Alas. it is lost exclaimed Papa
Paulpoff. 1T was in i small house we
had years ago. and il burned down"
"And the picture dcStroyed:"
alas, yes. II was so pretty. II noble
woman. perhaps even princess" said
Papa Paulpof. Il wcpt Ike child
wien it was lost"
Tears came into his eyes now ut the
Of ii.
II will buy this. How much do you
ask for it, he asked Of Vladimir.
"Oh second thoughts, it is not for |
sale" Vladimir answered.
IL do not wonder" he said. 1T is
beautiful face. We do not have them +
il this part Of Russia. Ia st. Peters
burg, perhaps"
lie shot q glance at Papa Paulpof
a. he spoke. but the Old man was bend
NJ down putting the hot shoe on the
lorse's hOof.
The job finished, there remained
nothing but TO pay the Iaulpoffs and
iepart. The prince did this, babe them
pleasant farewell, mounted his steed
md rode av Iy.
Explain the mystery" cried Vladi-
mir. You have not lost the picture!
iOu commanded me never to lose ii!
Why the lie about the fire.
The picture replied Papa PaulpOf,
urning white under his thick beard,
Is that Of a noble lady who was a
iiend Of my family and whom we as
hildren worshipcd a. saint. do