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beet et eee ee ~ es ; A “LYING” SKETCH. : & opportunity for a sketch. x | tmitated Parrhaseus ; but, as it is, I can not omit such a grand And thereupon, he proceeiled to transfer tLe form and features of the prostrate warrior to the white paper before him. CHAPTER. V. THE FRIEND IN NEED. r iz may well be, supposed that the artist's hand trembled aomewnai, as he traced the lineaments of the dead Indian s but, if such was the case, it was more from the unwonted ex- ércise into which he had been forced, than from any nervous excitement occasioned by the encounter. There aré some persons upon whom Death, in whatscever form he comes, makes little or no impression. This stoliditv. unlike that of the physician's, is not acquired by familiarity with such scenes, but seems innate with the being himself. Thus it was with Adolphus Halleck. He calmly surveyed the prostrate savage, and then approa*hed, straightened out | his arms, put his legs in a more natural position, and gave him & more picturesque posture generally. Then he receded seve- ral steps, turned his head a. little one side, and viewed him “with an artist’s eye.” Having adjusted him to his perfect satisfaction, he begun the task of drawing. “T don't suppose,’ muttered the young man, with that sly humor which would protrude, at. the most inopportune moe . ments, “I don’t s#appose this can exactly be called a sé#ting, but more properly a lying. Now: : “ But for one moment—one—till [ eclipse _ ‘Conception with the scorn of those calm lips.” It required but a few minutes to complete the picture, and then, placing it away in his portfolio, he arose to his feet, and | gtarted back in quest of Marian. A guilty twinge ran through him, at the recollection that he had deferred this important — - @uty, and a vague misgivin,. a trublesome fear that all had not gone right, took possession of him, as be. hurried back, (EC) AA} S exore) cS co / ut) e \ t