Democratic Sentinel, Volume 16, Number 13, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 15 April 1892 — Bound to Be Forgiven. [ARTICLE]

Bound to Be Forgiven.

Gustave Dore had many faults, but none so large as not to deserve excuse when one remembers his tenderness of heart. He absolutely would not and could not keep up an enmity. Life was 'short, according co his loving theory, and only the foolish naa

could* afford to spend It in bitterness. Blanchard Jerrold was exceedingly angry with him at one time because, after they had worked together on a volume of drawings and descriptions relating to London, Dore published a French edition of the book, in which Jerrold’s text did not appear. For a year the intimacy of the two men ceased, and then, on ’’Dore's annual visit ,to London, he suddenly appeared in his former friend’s library, held out his hand, and said, “I couldn’t leave without seeing you.” He owned that he had been in the wrong, and did not attempt to justify himself. The only thing he did insist upon was the fact that lite could not live at enmity with one of whom he had once been fond,and after long discussion the two parted, on their old affectionate terms. ' Yet Dore was an irritable man, and one day actually quarreled with a friend on the subject of art. It was not long, however, before he rushed into Che gentleman’s house, saying, “Let us embrace each other! It is too stupid to quarrel with friends. We will talk no more about painting, but only of drawings. Then, you were perhaps in the right.” “We hugged each other,” says the friend, In telling the story. “He had been the first to come back. He was a better man than I.”

Another friend, Albert Wolff, the critic, had written somewhat severely of Dore as a painter, and the latter, who was never content to be admired as a mere illustrator, felt the cut most keenly. The two had been friends for fifteen years, bnt this unfortunate criticism parted them for five. Then,, one summer evening, they met face to face, and it Was Dore who advanced with outstretched hand, saying, “Is it all over?” “As you please,” was the cold reply. Dore hesitated. Then his better nature prevailed over pride, and, passing his arm within that of his friend, he said, “I must talk with you.” He talked and the other listened, with the result of healing the breach between thbm.