perhaps it is not possible; but if you could paint her picture, not as a Madonna, only as she looked when a young wife...." "I can, I will!" cried Ulrich, in joyous excitement.

"Take me upstairs, is the canvas ready ?" "In the frame, firmly in the frame! I am an old man, and you see, child, I remember how wonderfully sweet your mother was; but I can never succeed in recalling just how she looked then.

I have tried, tried thousands and thousands of times; at--Richtberg, here, everywhere--deep as was my wrath!" "You shall see her again surely--surely!" interrupted Ulrich.

"I see her before me, and what I see in my mind, I can paint!" The work was commenced the very same day.

Ulrich now succeeded wonderfully, and lavished on the portrait all the wealth of love, with which his heart was filled.
Never had he guided the brush so joyously; in painting this picture he only wished to give, to give--give his beloved father the best he could accomplish, so he succeeded.
The young wife, attired in a burgher dress, stood with her bewitching eyes and a melancholy, half-tender, half-mournful smile on her lips.
Adam was not permitted to enter the studio again until the portrait was completed.