Show CH CHILDS PICTURE in a socia secluded deLi village i in n i britt brittany ean there lived some years ago an hoj honest peasant woman known ai la V veuve a yvonne she happened one ona day to hear some of her neighbors speaking of I 1 the he wonderful powers of photography wonderful inde edl eal she exclaimed where tire are the best of these mar colons pictures to be seen 1 in paris why do you ask aik morel more Yvon Yvona nat ot never mind I 1 have an idea you yon will see BOO the widows mind was strong and simple it did riot not take long to make up without Vit Lout staying to deliberate she aha packed up a few faw and one line borni mornin grich with the savings sav ings of many ind industrious usurious rious years she set off alone for paris she arrived in tho the great capital her bar scarlet petticoat her white neckerchief her large cap and her bar honest honest face direct directly she arrived the bho inquired who is tho the best beat photographer I 1 V in reply sue she was furnished with the 11 address of a clover clever artist to whose studio she sha at once hastened everybody says monsieur she lagan began that your likenesses of child ren ran are admirable vory im is vor very kind replied the photographer it f I 1 have ibave attain ed any unusual skill it is 19 probably because I 1 havo worked vor keil con on amore I 1 lovo the little rogues I 1 have moreover 0 ver plenty of little subjects of 0 my own to practice praet ico upon Bea herel he opened a door called and the next ext moment half a dozen merry children drenon 0 ages varying from 3 to 12 rushed into the room and crowded around his hia knees it is IB a child I 1 presume madame whose chosa portrait you wish taken I 1 yos yes monsieur monsieur it is is a child lie ile 1 mil I I 1 bo be neither nor cor debelli ou the poor little lovo love good reason anvy why b be a is ad dead ead 11 at those startling words the phao grapher felt distressed lie ile felt he must have bitterly renewed the moth ors era gr grief ildren fin in exhibiting to her those fair chi children and caressing them be fore fora her bar eyes go and play on the tha balcony he be whispered whisper ail hastily i and as they passed through the door he kissed them tender tenderly but softly lost lest his visitor should last hear then than he said sandwith with great gentleness gentl enesa As the little child ot of whom you speak is dead it is I 1 conclude a P posthumous 0 bunions portrait you yon wish to have taken t a k en tle tho picture of the little crea tare whose innocent soul las fled ly ing in in W abito a boan cross in his bands a crown of white roses on his colorless forehead I 1 shall be happy if you yon will give me your address to proceed as soon as possible pos to your residence tha thank k you monsieur she said my child has baa boan dead six years yeara you have then already a portrait ot of your soul son he said after a pause a painting wish ed ad photographed P 1 A painting of hinal 11 II said dame yvonne y lourio mon dieu nc it is ia the hopes of obtaining one that las has induced me to mako make this long journey 11 what madams madame I 1 and do you imagine that without the original with ont oat another portrait without any sort ot of indication or guide I 1 can produce a likeness at af a child dead six years what monsieur 1 cried dame yv yvonne in her turn and do you mean t to say bay it is ia impossible people vao vaunt on every side the prodigies the miracles of photography hy cannot the art that accomplishes 0 a these ha Is marvale reproduce a vestige a shadow of my soul cannot J abnot it give everso avei BO imperfect a resemblance of her child chi id 0 to o a mother who 1 sobs broke I 1 the sentence Bon lenco dame yvonne could bay no more or the kind hearted photographer did not wish the peasant to return to bor bar breton village disappointed so ao he re fleeten fleeted a while madame nothing is absolutely impossible he said thoughtfully A ah then you can give me a portrait of my darling darlin gt sho she cried quick ly who knows I 1 will try at any rato he said eaid you have preserved tile the clothes 0 of the t he child you yon have costill preserved theft she echoed achoo I 1 have the var very little garments still in which I 1 adz dressed a him the h last t time he ic lault afie time he r tan n n hasing chasing t tho h 0 e s in the green fields send them to me directly ta you shall have them in an hour monsieur she ahe replied the clothes were vere soul sant the work was begun and two days after dame yvonne yvonna received the first proof of 0 the portrait feihe uttered a cry of joy it is lei hel she ehe exclaimed 11 1 I know him oramal it is son I 1 seel see there is the little yost vest wit with mk the silver buttens battens the little trousers I 1 made with my own hands bands there ure are his hii little arms his tiny hands him bis long golden hair falling over his shoulders ob yes it is itis it is my little child I 1 ob monsieur how bow much do I 1 owe you Ma madrine drime said the photographer in presenting to you an imago which you recognize as aa your son BOD dead six years year sago ago I 1 have accomplished a miracle miracles are not paid for for us the miracle is not difficult to explain nothing is so BO like in eguro air and attitude to a child live five years ye ars old as another child of the ilaine tho rho photographer merely placed before the camera ono one of his own ch children ildron dressed jn in the pretty prett y breton costume of the dead boy lie he was represented kneeling ona on a cush cash ion his head lent bent his face hidden by hi bis hands shands which were raised and clasped together in the noble boblo and graceful attitude of prayer dame yvonne returned to brittany S SUB he showed tle the portrait to every ono one she knew and to all who bould listen she enlarged in terms of reverence and wonder worl dor on oa the marvelous marve loua power 1 of apio which had bad produced th the koness liken oai of a boy who had bad be been n dead dad six years |