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On the morning of the third day, Lottie said: “Everything is now in readiness, and I will hasten to the market and order some things, so that we may provide a good dinner for our mother when she returns this evening.”

“That is wise,” said Louise, as she helped Lottie put on her coat.

When Lottie returned after an hour’s absence, Louise rushed up to her with red-rimmed eyes, and cried: “Oh, Lottie, I have met with a great misfortune. Through ignorance, I damaged the beautiful painting. Come quickly and see it.”

Lottie looked at the picture, in horror.

“Oh,” said Louise, “it seemed somewhat dusty to me, and I tried to wash it off with soap and water. But, not until it was too late, did I notice that the colors ran together and the beautiful painting was completely ruined.”

“Completely!” said Lottie, and began to cry. But, in order to reassure her sister, she said, “Perhaps it may yet be restored by some good artist.”

As the two girls sat conferring as to the best method to pursue, the mother stepped into the house. She was exceedingly delighted to find her home in such exquisite order and newness. “You certainly are very dutiful children. But what is troubling you? What has happened that I find you both in tears?”

“Oh,” cried Louise, “just look at the painting. I wanted to clean it. I meant well, but met with such disappointment. Forgive me, forgive me!” and she fell at her mother’s feet.

The mother was greatly agitated, as she gazed at the painting. She paled and trembled. “This misfortune is indeed pitiable,” said she. “You know not how much I would give had it not occurred.” She drew on her glasses and viewed the damaged picture scrutinizingly. “The colors,” said she, “were but water-colors, and that is why they were so easily blurred. But, it is peculiar. I see, under these water-colors, a ground work of oil paint, and there, I see a little finger, most assuredly painted by a master. What shall I do? I will dare, as long as the picture is damaged and past restoration, to wash it off entirely.”

The mother then took a big sponge and deliberately began to wash the painting. A hand, an arm, an angel’s form appeared to view, such as only the greatest master could portray. Though the mother hated to destroy the work of her beloved husband, yet she worked assiduously to remove all the water-colors, and lo! a painting of extraordinary beauty and genius met her admiring gaze.

It was a historical picture of ancient times The figures stood forth in living beauty and seemed to speak from out the canvas.

“If I see rightly,” said the mother, “this is a painting by an old master. On a journey, which I once took with your departed father, I saw many paintings by this same artist. But this painting, unless I am very much mistaken, is classed among his best productions. It is one of the finest in art. Nothing in this picture is without purpose and shows the stroke of a genius.

“I must seek advice from Mr. Raymond–an old, true friend of your dear father. He is a connoisseur on works of art.” So she hurriedly donned her cape and hastened to his house.

The venerable gentleman was only too glad to welcome her to his home. He had scarcely looked at the picture, when he cried in astonishment: “Yes, truly, this painting is by one of the earliest Italian masters. It is exquisite and sublime. And now it dawns on me how this beautiful work came to be hidden by the brush of another artist.

“During the late war, as the besiegers were drawing nearer and nearer a certain castle, the owner had his paintings and works of art concealed in the cellar.

“As this picture, however, was the most valuable and the choicest of his wonderful collection, he could not for one moment think of parting with it. So he sent for your worthy husband to paint a picture over it in water-colors, which could be easily removed, and yet serve to conceal the picture’s real value. In this way, he hoped to save it from the hands of the besiegers.