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Everybody has heard of the popular painter Albrecht Durer, although every one is definitely not aware that he had a better 50 percent so Xantipical in mood as to become the anguish not only of his own life, although of that of his students and domestics also. A few of the former were cunning enough to purchase tranquility for themselves by conciliating the common tyrant? yet woe to the people unwilling or perhaps unable to offer aught in propitiation. Your wiser ones were able to escape only with their accidents visited upon a scape-goat. This sad individual was Samuel Duhobret, a student whom Durer had publicly stated into his school away of charity. He was employed in painting signal and the coarse tapestry then simply used in Australia. He was regarding forty years old, little, unattractive, and humpbacked, was the rear end of every sick joke amongst his fellow-disciples, and was picked out as being a special subject of dislike by Dame Durer.

Poor Samuel had not a liven of jealousy or malice in his cardiovascular system. He would anytime have toiled half the night to support or provide those who were wont, oftenest, to giggle at him, or mistreatment him loudest for his stupidity. True? he had not really the characteristics of interpersonal humour or wit, although he was a good example of indefati gable industry. This individual came to his studies every single morning by daybreak, and remained at the job until sun. Then he retired in his lonesome chamber, and wrought for his very own amusement. 1 morning Duhobret was lacking at the landscape of his daily labours. His deficiency created much remark, and many were the jokes handed upon the occasion. A single surmised this, and one other that, as the cause of the phenomenon, and it was finally agreed which the poor fellow must have performed himself in to an absolute bones, and used his last stand in the glass frame of several apothecary, or had been impressed by a smoke of wind, while his door occurred to stand open. No-one thought of going to his lodgings to look after him.

Meanwhile the thing of their mirth was throwing on a pickup bed of sickness. Disease, which will had been little by little sapping the foun dations of his strength, used up in every problematic vein, poor Duhobret had his dreams, as all music artists, rich or poor, can sometimes have. He had thought the fruit of several yearslabour, dis posedpf to advantage, may procure him enough to have, in an economical way, for the rest of his lifestyle. Now, unfortunately! even that hope got deserted him. He thought himself perishing, and believed it hard to die with no one to look kindly after him, without the words of comfort that might soothe his passage to a different world.:, He fancied his bed surrounded by devilish confronts, grinning at his sufferings, and taunting him together with his inability to summon a priest to exorcise them. At size the appari tions pale away, and the patient went under into an exhausted plumbing engineer. He awoke unrefreshed, it had been the 5th day he previously lain presently there neglected. His mouth was parched, this individual turned more than, and feebly stretched out his hand towards earthen pitcher, from which, since the first working day of his illness, he had quenched his thirst.

Unfortunately! it was vacant! Samuel lay a few moments considering what this individual should do. This individual knew he must die of want in the event that he remained there only, but to who could he apply for aid in procuring sustenance? An idea looked at last to strike him. He came about slowly, and with problems, from the three or more bed, went to the other side with the room, and took up the &lt, picture he had decorated last. He resolved to carry it for the shop of a salesman, and hoped to obtain for it satisfactory to &lt, furnish him with the necessaries of life for a week much longer. In the way this individual passed a home about which there was an audience. He attracted nigh? asked what was taking place, and received for one particular an answer, that there was tcf*be a sale of countless specimens of. art gathered by an amateur during thirty years. one particular Something whispered the weary Duhobret that here would t always be the market to get his picture. He performed his way through ] the crowd, and, after a large number of inquiries, found the auctioneer. That personage was a bus), important, little man, with a handful of documents, and having been inclined to see somewhat roughly the disruption of the trim, sallow hunchback, im- my spouse and i ploring since were his gestures and language. What do you call the picture? by length said he. It is a vieav with the Abbey of NeAvbourg? Avith its community? and the around landscape, replied the trembling artist The auctioneer once again scanned it contemptuously, and asked what Avas Avorth.

Also, that is whatever you please? Avhatever it will deliver. Hem! it can be too strange to make sure you, I should believe? I can pro mise you no more than 3 thalers. Poor Samuel sighed deeply. He previously spent on that piece the nights of countless months. Yet he Avas starving at this point, and the pitiful sum provided Avould give him bread for any feAv days and nights. He nodded his check out the auctioneer, and, retiring, took his seat within a corner. The sale began. After some art and engravings had been discarded, Samuels Avas exhibited. Who also bids at three thalers?. Who offers? Avas the cry. Duhobret listened excitedly, but none answered. Can it find a buyer r stated he, despondingly, to himself. Still there is a dead quiet. He dared not check out, for it seemed to him that every the people Ottenere laughing with the folly with the artist Avho could be ridiculous enough to supply so worthless a piece by a market. What will turn into of myself? Avas his mental inquiry. That Avork is certainly my own best, and he A-enturcd to steal one other glance. Does it not seem that the wind actually stirs those boughs and moves those leaves? Hoav transparent is the water! what life breathes in the animals that quench their particular thirst at that spring! Hoav that steeple shines! How beautiful happen to be those clustering trees! This kind of Avas the last expiring throb of an designers vanity. The ominous stop continued, and Samuel, sick at heart, hidden his deal with in his hands. Twenty-one thalers! murmured a faint voice, just as the auctioneer Avas about to topple down the picture. The stupi fied artist gave a start of joy.

He raised his head and looked to determine from Avhose lips those blessed terms had arrive. It Avas the picture-dealer to Avhom he had initially thought of making use of. Fifty thalers, cried a sonorous voice. This time a tal man in dark-colored was the presenter. There Avas a peace and quiet of hushed expectation. A hundred thalers, cried the picture-dealer.

Three hundred.

Five hundred.

One thousand.

An additional profound peace and quiet

And the croavd pressed about the tavo opposing team, who was standing opposite one another with keen md angry looks. Two thousand thalers! cried the picture-dealer, and? lanced about him triumphantly, when he noticed his foe hesitate. Five thousand! vociferated the taller man, his face red with craze, and his hands clenched convulsively. The dealer grew paler, his framework shook with agitation tie up made 2 or 3 efforts, with last cried out? 20 thousand! His tall adversary was not to get vanquished. This individual bid 40 thousand. The dealer stopped, the various other laughed a Ioav augh of insolent triumph, and a murmur of love Avas leard in the audience. It AA-as too much intended for the supplier, he sensed lis peacefulness at stake. 60 thousand! announced he, in lesperation. That Avas the tall guys turn to wait. Again the whole: rowd Possedere breathless. By length, tossing his hands in defi mce, this individual shouted, One hundred thousand! The crest-fallen picture-dealer AvithdreAV, the tall guy vic ariously bore apart the prize. The possessor was going forward homeward each time a decrepit, ame, and humpbackeel invalid, tottering along by aid of a itick, offered himself prior to him. This individual threw him a piece of noney, and AvaAred his hanel as dispensing with his thanks/ May it please the honour, said the meant beggar, We am the painter of the picture! anel he applied his eye. The extra tall man Avas Count Dunkelsback, one of the souple? oblemen in Germany. This individual stopped, had taken out his pocket seem, tore out a tea leaf, and Avrote on it some lines. Have it, riend, said he, it is a search for your money. Bye-bye.