The Winslow mail., 1910-08-06
THE DUTCH
P A N t f r
By KATE LUBY

In the center of a quiet +tIlage
stood an inn, the proprietor of which
was named Fritz; nearly opposite was
the cottage of the village painter, re-
jOcing in the odd name of TuGder at
whose door might be seen boards rep
resentilg grotesque caricature paint
ings, as signs of his profession
OF a truth, poor Tunder had great
love for his art; but, sorrowful TO re-
late, his art had no love for himt
He was vain and corceited. as near
ly all pretenders TO excellence are, ct
he found a liberal patron and an ar
dent admirer in old Fritz, who carried
his patronage so far as to promise
him his lovely little daughter Lula
in marriage.
Now Lula and her good mother had
another young gentleman in their
minds eye; it was Rudolph, the hand
some young gardener and huntsman,
who loved Lula most fondly and
truly. but who failed to make an inn
preston on the finty bosom of old
Fritz
The day was fixed for Lulas mar
riage with Tunder, and mother and
daughter went bristling through their
preparations with fearful eyes and
saddened hearts, which i'll beftted a
bridal day.
To give more eclat to the wedding.
Fritz ordered new sign, and Tun-
der's talents were called in requisi-
ion
Just then, a young artist. who had
that day arrived from the city, Of
fered to paint a sign, representing the
archduke, on very reasonable terms.
Lula and her mother voted for the
artists sign, and stubborn old Fritz
swore that Tunder alone should share
the glory with himself. At length a
compromise was effected; both paint
ings should be done, and place over
the inn door awarded to that one
which displayed most ability
The wedding day had arrived, and
Tunder was first in the field with his
sign, but no one could make anything
out of it.
Behold" cried the villagers "a
miserable abortion, which represents
neither fish, nor fowl?"
What is it?" asked one.
TT is mutilated Indian from the
wilds of the vest" replied his neigh
Dor.
Ignorant wretches!" shouted Tun-
der, choking with indignation. 'Ye
bo1 \
seized his brush and painted under.
meath the portrait, F'To the great Leo
pold,
Shouts and groans followed this an
nouncement, not for Leopold but
for Tunder, who had SO shamefullly
misrerresented him.
The city artists painting was next
displayed, and produced spontaneous
burst of enthusiastic applause.
Never before had the people beheld
so lifeike and we'll executed a like
ness OF their very popular archduke;
and the artist in order to escape be
ing embraced to death, beat speedy
retreat into the garden in the rear.
and sat musingly on bench.
In the midst of triumph his heart
was bowed down beneath the load of
some secret sorrow that was devour-
ing him,
Unhappy Rollo! A few days since
had seen him the favorite artist of A
brilliant court enjoying the reputa
ton of Raphael, and on the. high
road to fame and fortune.
noble lady of tie court, and who
was a ward of the archduke, had
made a deep and lasting impression
on his heart. and he soon perceived
that his passion was returned.
He had not been long sitting in the
| garden, before he learned that there
we're others equally unhappy Lula
and her lover were sitting in an
arbor, taking last, loving farewell
of each other.
Why not fly with me, dearest
Lula?" murmured Rudolph. IF you
will not do SO, few short hours will
see you welded TO that hateful Tun-
der, and lost to me forever"
Lula sobbed audibly; yet, drying
her tears, she replied:
Il cannot fly with you. though you
know how much | love you, Rudolph;
to fly would grieve my father and
break my mothers heart. | am full
of hope that Heaven will yet smile on
our lOye."
Poor little I,ulu!" sighed Rollo, as
she and her lover left the garden.
Archduke Leopold, with the beau
tiful archduehess, accompanied by her
ladies and officers of the court. were
on hunting excursion and dashed
through the village The archduchess
placed a chain of gold round Fritz's
neck, demanding to see the village ar
tist who haq painted the sign After
a long search Rollo was found peace,
ably sleeping in the garden.
Great was their delight and sur
prise at finding the glory of their