must love. He knew what he was at school for, and did his best.

Madrazo said, "He's a manly fellow, and if he does not succeed he is now
doing more--he deserves success." So Mariano Fortuny and the great
Madrazo, pupil and teacher, became firm friends.

And we know that, in Eighteen Hundred Fifty-seven, Mariano was voted the
"Prize of Rome." Each year this prize was awarded to the scholar who on
vote of the teachers and scholars was deemed most deserving. It meant two
years of study at Rome with five hundred dollars a year for expenses. And
the only obligation was that the pupil should each year send home two
paintings: one an original and the other a copy of some old masterpiece.

The sum of two hundred fifty dollars was advanced to Mariano at once. He
straightway sent one-half of the amount down to his grandfather, with
particulars of the good news.

"What did I tell you?" said the grandfather. "It was I who first taught
him to use a brush. I used to caution him about running his reds into his
greens, and told him to do as I said and he would be a great artist yet."

Father Gonzales and Grandfather Fortuny went out and bought two fowls,
three bottles, and a loaf of bread a yard long.

Mariano made all preparations to start for Rome. But the night before the
journey was to begin, conscription officers came to his lodging and told
him to consider himself under arrest--he must serve the State as a
soldier.

It seems that the laws of Spain are such that any citizen can be called