The herald. [volume] (New Orleans, La.) 1905-1953, 1911-07-06

1"u ho oeCielS llOlh any one IN the
world.
You wear sad look, FanChette,'
.atd the stranger rs it from seeing
he slaughter tOdayg
mo, monsieur. / did not look that
way"
"Well, then, tell me what troubles
you"
1T Is this, monsieur. Antoine Bris-
son went out abOng the fighting and
received wound. He Is lying now
N the next room"
HE is your brOtherY
mo, monsieur"
well, then, he Is your lOver?"
To this the only reply was eyes cast
npOn the floor.
What was he doing out there
ighting?"
mo, monsieur; he has not yet be-
rome conscript- He will not be the
ige for month"
"Well, then. what business had he
IN battlefeldT
"Sketchingw
"Sketching? That's what l was do
ng there. When l have finished my
supper l will go in and see him"
The stranger chatted on with the girl
md easily Cleaned from her that she
Ind Antoine could not marry because
The had no dot. After having supped
md smoked pipe the artist went into
The room where Antoine was lying. !
The boy had received a flesh wound.
but not Of sufficient Importance to en-
LANCER his life.
so you were making sketches Of the ,
ight| said the artist THAT is my
business l have been drawing for one
II the Paris illustrated papers. Let
ne see what you have done"
Fanchette took an improvised port
lolio that she had made for her lover
" two pieces of pasteboard laced to-
Sether with string and brought it to \
he artist. There were blood stains on
(, but he did not mind that. He had Il
Ieen plenty Of blood that day. He
opened the portfolio. took out what
here was in it-five or six sketches
Ind began to look them over.
Where did you learn to sketch?" he
asked the boy. III
Il have never learned. monsieur" he
replied.
Never studied In an art school;
lever had any Instruction."
"No, monsieur"
The artist went on looking at the
ketches one after the other and when
lie had seen them all looked at them
gain. Then he turned his eyes to the
10Y on the bed.
do you know, my boy, that my pa
'er sent me here to make sketches of
his battle? l have graduated at the
TT school with honors, and yet you
Who have never taken a lesson have
one what cannot do" i,
What do you mean, monsieurr'
sked the boy, his eyes opening very
T1de, while Fanchette was all atten-
lon.
You are a born battle painter. You
ave put into these crude sketches an :
ctlon that | have not been able to a
Ut In mine. And you have known !
mat scenes to select Your soldiers c
love; they fight; they are impelled
the demon Of war; they die-really b
le, while mine-well, mine beside
ours gre like toy soldiers" a
oh, monsieur" exclaimed Fanchette {
asping her hands, "how good YOU b
% to say that" Ip
Good to say that I'm not talking C
please you. I'm telling you the r
nth. And, to prove what / say. IL n
ntoine when he has recovered will ,
me to Paris | am sure l can interest el
lovers In him who will see that he s.
ceives instruction" IL +,
'Oh, monsieur" replied Fanchette u
ow can he do that? He has no mon n,
. He would have to walk to Paris
Not at all. will take these sketches %
IN me. They will be used In one of CO
Illustrated papers and will be well in
ID for. The money received for them ~
VIII send TO Antoine" di
rhe same night. having hired a con- 81
vance, the artist set out posthaste w
farls. AntOine's sketches were 30
oduced and created a sensation. Tho er
'ney paid for them was sent him &c
went to Paris, where owing to the ar
crest created by his pictures he was tn
zen up and educated by the paper e FL,
It published them. un
III this occurred forty years ago. WI
the great battle painter has four-
ed and passed away. His widow
es to tell how he got his start or
TIL
Not Like His Brother. tn
Lord North disliked music, but in m M,
lite OF this King George Ill. tried on eff
e occasion to persuade him to at Vol
Id a series of concerts that were
ing held under his majesty's pa
mage; but, no-Lord North refused :
go. With all respect to his males fo1
he declined most emphatically. at
But" protested the king, your not
'ther, the bishop, never misses one thi
them"
Sir" North retorted, eff 1 were as
II as my brother, the bishop. dat dat
uld never miss one Of them either" the