she occupied herself with the helpless little
creature when, during the long morning hours of Ulrich's absence,
sorrowful thought troubled her too deeply.

Ulrich often remained absent a long time, far longer than the service
required. What was he doing? Visiting a sweetheart? Why not? She only
marvelled that the fair women did not come from far and near to see the
handsome man.

Yes, the Eletto had found an old love. Art, which he had sullenly
forsaken. News had reached his ears, that an artist had fallen in the
defence of the city. He went to the dead man's house to see his works,
and how did he find the painter's dwelling! Windows, furniture were
shattered, the broken doors of the cupboards hung into the rooms on their
bent hinges. The widow and her children were lying in the studio on a
heap of straw. This touched his heart, and he gave alms with an open hand
to the sorrowing woman. A few pictures of the saints, which the Spaniards
had spared, hung on the walls; the easel, paints and brushes had been
left untouched.

A thought, which he instantly carried into execution, entered his mind.
He would paint a new standard! How his heart beat, when he again stood
before the easel!

He regarded the heretics as heathens. The Spaniards were shortly going to
fight against them and for the faith. So he painted the Saviour on one
side of the standard, the Virgin on the other. The artist's widow sat to
him for the Madonna, a young soldier for the Christ.

No scruples, no consideration for the criticisms of teachers now checked
his creating hand; the power was his, and whatever he did must be right.

He placed upon the Saviour's bowed figure, Costa's head, as he had
painted it in Titian's studio, and the Madonna, in defiance of the stern
judges in Madrid, received the sibyl's face, to please himself and do
honor to his mother. He made her younger, transformed her white hair to
gleaming golden tresses. One day he asked Flora to sit still and think of
something very serious; he wanted to sketch her.

She gaily placed herself in position, saying:

"Be quick, for serious thoughts don't last long with me."

A few days later both pictures were finished, and possessed no mean
degree of merit; he rejoiced that after the long interval he could still
accomplish something. His mother was delighted with her son's
masterpieces, especially the Madonna, for she instantly recognized
herself, and was touched by this proof of his faithf