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was; 〃What sort of state shall I find him in?〃 These trifles drove her

heart into the gulf of maternal preference。



No one among the very ordinary persons who made the society of the two

widowsneither old Du Bruel nor old Claparon; nor Desroches the

father; nor even the Abbe Loraux; Agathe's confessornoticed Joseph's

faculty for observation。 Absorbed in the line of his own tastes; the

future colorist paid no attention to anything that concerned himself。

During his childhood this disposition was so like torpor that his

father grew uneasy about him。 The remarkable size of the head and the

width of the brow roused a fear that the child might be liable to

water on the brain。 His distressful face; whose originality was

thought ugliness by those who had no eye for the moral value of a

countenance; wore rather a sullen expression during his childhood。 The

features; which developed later in life; were pinched; and the close

attention the child paid to what went on about him still further

contracted them。 Philippe flattered his mother's vanity; but Joseph

won no compliments。 Philippe sparkled with the clever sayings and

lively answers that lead parents to believe their boys will turn out

remarkable men; Joseph was taciturn; and a dreamer。 The mother hoped

great things of Philippe; and expected nothing of Joseph。



Joseph's predilection for art was developed by a very commonplace

incident。 During the Easter holidays of 1812; as he was coming home

from a walk in the Tuileries with his brother and Madame Descoings; he

saw a pupil drawing a caricature of some professor on the wall of the

Institute; and stopped short with admiration at the charcoal sketch;

which was full of satire。 The next day the child stood at the window

watching the pupils as they entered the building by the door on the

rue Mazarin; then he ran downstairs and slipped furtively into the

long courtyard of the Institute; full of statues; busts; half…finished

marbles; plasters; and baked clays; at all of which he gazed

feverishly; for his instinct was awakened; and his vocation stirred

within him。 He entered a room on the ground…floor; the door of which

was half open; and there he saw a dozen young men drawing from a

statue; who at once began to make fun of him。



〃Hi! little one;〃 cried the first to see him; taking the crumbs of his

bread and scattering them at the child。



〃Whose child is he?〃



〃Goodness; how ugly!〃



For a quarter of an hour Joseph stood still and bore the brunt of much

teasing in the atelier of the great sculptor; Chaudet。 But after

laughing at him for a time; the pupils were struck with his

persistency and with the expression of his face。 They asked him what

he wanted。 Joseph answered that he wished to know how to draw;

thereupon they all encouraged him。 Won by such friendliness; the child

told them he was Madame Bridau's son。



〃Oh! if you are Madame Bridau's son;〃 they cried; from all parts of

the room; 〃you will certainly be a great man。 Long live the son of

Madame Bridau! Is your mother pretty? If you are a sample of her; she

must be stylish!〃



〃Ha! you want to be an artist?〃 said the eldest pupil; coming up to

Joseph; 〃but don't you know that that requires pluck; you'll have to

bear all sorts of trials;yes; trials;enough to break your legs and

arms and soul and body。 All the fellows you see here have gone through

regular ordeals。 That one; for instance; he went seven days without

eating! Let me see; now; if you can be an artist。〃



He took one of the child's arms and stretched it straight up in the

air; then he placed the other arm as if Joseph were in the act of

delivering a blow with his fist。



〃Now that's what we call the telegraph trial;〃 said the pupil。 〃If you

can stand like that; without lowering or changing the position of your

arms for a quarter of an hour; then you'll have proved yourself a

plucky one。〃



〃Courage; little one; courage!〃 cried all the rest。 〃You must suffer

if you want to be an artist。〃



Joseph; with the good faith of his thirteen years; stood motionless

for five minutes; all the pupils gazing solemnly at him。



〃There! you are moving;〃 cried one。



〃Steady; steady; confound you!〃 cried another。



〃The Emperor Napoleon stood a whole month as you see him there;〃 said

a third; pointing to the fine statue by Chaudet; which was in the

room。



That statue; which represents the Emperor standing with the Imperial

sceptre in his hand; was torn down in 1814 from the column it

surmounted so well。



At the end of ten minutes the sweat stood in drops on Joseph's

forehead。 At that moment a bald…headed little man; pale and sickly in

appearance; entered the atelier; where respectful silence reigned at

once。



〃What you are about; you urchins?〃 he exclaimed; as he looked at the

youthful martyr。



〃That is a good little fellow; who is posing;〃 said the tall pupil who

had placed Joseph。



〃Are you not ashamed to torture a poor child in that way?〃 said

Chaudet; lowering Joseph's arms。 〃How long have you been standing

there?〃 he asked the boy; giving him a friendly little pat on the

cheek。



〃A quarter of an hour。〃



〃What brought you here?〃



〃I want to be an artist。〃



〃Where do you belong? where do you come from?〃



〃From mamma's house。〃



〃Oh! mamma!〃 cried the pupils。



〃Silence at the easels!〃 cried Chaudet。 〃Who is your mamma?〃



〃She is Madame Bridau。 My papa; who is dead; was a friend of the

Emperor; and if you will teach me to draw; the Emperor will pay all

you ask for it。〃



〃His father was head of a department at the ministry of the Interior;〃

exclaimed Chaudet; struck by a recollection。 〃So you want to be an

artist; at your age?〃



〃Yes; monsieur。〃



〃Well; come here just as much as you like; we'll amuse you。 Give him a

board; and paper; and chalks; and let him alone。 You are to know; you

young scamps; that his father did me a service。 Here; Corde…a…puits;

go and get some cakes and sugar…plums;〃 he said to the pupil who had

tortured Joseph; giving him some small change。 〃We'll see if you are

to be artist by the way you gobble up the dainties;〃 added the

sculptor; chucking Joseph under the chin。



Then he went round examining the pupils' works; followed by the child;

who looked and listened; and tried to understand him。 The sweets were

brought; Chaudet; himself; the child; and the whole studio all had

their teeth in them; and Joseph was petted quite as much as he had

been teased。 The whole scene; in which the rough play and real heart

of artists were revealed; and which the boy instinctively understood;

made a great impression on his mind。 The apparition of the sculptor;

for whom the Emperor's protection opened a way to future glory; closed

soon after by his premature death;was like a vision to little

Joseph。 The child said nothing to his mother about this adventure; but

he spent two hours every Sunday and every Thursday in Chaudet's

atelier。 From that time forth; Madame Descoings; who humored the

fancies of the two cherubim; kept Joseph supplied with pencils and red

chalks; prints and drawing…paper。 At school; the future colorist

sketched his masters; drew his comrades; charcoaled the dormitories;

and showed surprising assiduity in the drawing…class。 Lemire; the

drawing…master; struck not only with the lad's inclination but also

with his actual progress; came to tell Madame Bridau of her son's

faculty。 Agathe; like a true provincial; who knows as little of art as

she knows much of housekeeping; was terrified。 When Lemire left her;

she burst into tears。



〃Ah!〃 she cried; when Madame Descoings went to ask what was the

matter。 〃What is to become of me! Joseph; whom I meant to make a

government clerk; whose career was all marked out for him at the

ministry of the interior; where; protected by his father's memory; he

might have risen to be chief of a division before he was twenty…five;

he; my boy; he wants to be a painter;a vagabond! I always knew that

child would give me nothing but trouble。〃



Madame Descoings confessed that for several months past she had

encouraged Joseph's passion; aiding and abetting his Sunday and

Thursday visits to the Institute。 At the Salon; to which she had taken

him; the little fellow had shown an interest in the pictures; which

was; she declared; nothing short of miraculous。



〃If he understands painting at thirteen; my dear;〃 she said; 〃your

Joseph will be a man of genius。〃



〃Yes; and see what genius did for his father;killed him with

overwork at forty!〃



At the close of autumn; just as Joseph was entering his fourteenth

year; Agathe; contrary to Madame Descoings's entreaties; went to see

Chaudet; and requested that he would cease to debauch her son。 She

found the sculptor in a blue smock; modelling his last statue; he

received the widow of the man who formerly had served him at a

critical mome

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