The Calumet news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 1907-1938, 1911-02-07

very little. The soldiers of both ar
mics have taken all we have except
few bits that we hid in the cellar
Come, Fanchette, bestir yourself and
set the tablew
The table was set and the supper put
upon it. The stranger sat down, and
Fanchette poured into his glass some
Of the cheap wine of the country. She
was between seventeen and eighteen
years old, simple French maid who
had no secrets from any one in the
world
"You wear n sad look, Fanchette,"
said the stranger. "Is 1t from seeing
the slaughter today?"
"No. monsieur. did not look that
way"
"Well, then, tell me what troubles
you"
ut Is this, monsieur. Antoine Bris-
son went out pong the fighting and
received n wound. He is lying now
in the next ROOM"
"Ie is your brother?"
"No, monsieur"
"Well, then. he is your lover?"
To this the only reply was eyes cast
upon the floor.
"What was he doing out there
fghting?"
"No. monsieur; he has not yet be-
come n conscript. He Will not be the
age for month"
"Well, then. what business had he
on battlefeld?
"Sketchingr
"Sketching? That's what 1 was do
ing there. When l have finished my
supper will go in and see him"
The stranger chatted on with the girl
and easily Cleaned from her that she
and Antoine could not marry because
she had no dot. After having supped
and smoked pipe the artist went into
the room where Antoine was lying. /
The boy had received n flesh wound, 1
but not of sufficient importance to en-
danger his life.
80 you We're making, sketches OF the l
fight?' said the artist "That is my
business. have been drawing for oneI
of the Paris illustrated papers. Lett
me see what you have DONE"
Fanchette took an improvised port
folio that she had made for her loverl
of two pieces of pasteboard laced to-
gether with string and brought it to}
the artist There were blood stains on
1t, but he did not mind that. He had
seen plenty of blood that day. Hej
opened the portfolio, took out what
there was in it-five or six Sketches
and began TO look them over.
where did you learn to sketch?" he J
asked the boy
Il have never learned, monsieur" he
replied
Never studied in an art school,;
never had any Instruction."
NO, monsieur"
The artist went on looking at tho
sketches one after the, other and when
he had seen them all looked at them
again. Then he turned his eyes to the
boy on the bed.
DO you know, my boy, that my 'pa-
per sent ME here to make sketches of
this battle? l have graduated at the
art school with honors, and yet you
who have never taken lesson have
done what 1 cannot do"
What do you mean, monsieurT'
asked the boy, his eyes opening very
wide, while Fanchette was all atten-
ton.
You are born battle painter. You
nave put into these crude sketches an
action that I have not been able to
put In mine. And you have known
what scenes to select. Your soldiers
move; they fight: they are impelled
by the demon of war: they die-really
die, while mine--well. mine beside
yours are like toy soldiers"
"Oh, monsieur" exclaimed Fanchette,
clasping her hands, show good you
are to say thatr
Good to say that! I'm not talking
10 please you. I'm telling you the
truth. And, to prove what l say, IL
Antoine when he has recovered will
come to is 1 am sure can interest
art lovers in him who will see that no
receives instruction"
ooh, monsieur" replied Fanchette,
"how can he do that? He has no mon
ey. He would have to walk to Paris"
Not at all. will take these sketches
with me. They will be used i'm one of
the illustrated papers and will be well
paid for. The money received for them
1 will send to Antoine"
The same night. having hired con-
veyance, the artist set ont posthaste
Tor Paris. Antoine's sketches were
produced and created sensation. The
money paid for them was sent him.
He went to Paris, where owing TO the
interest created by his pictures he was
taken up and educated by the paper
that published them.
All this occurred forty years ago,
and the great battle painter has -four
ished and passed away. His widow