Among his pictures was one that in itself was pure, but that by a sensuous mind might be interpreted in an evil way.

A lover of art saw this picture and purchased it.

But when it was gone the young artist began to think of its possible hurtful influence on the weak, and his conscience troubled him.

He went to his patron and said, "I have come to buy back my picture." The purchaser could not understand him.
"Didn't I pay you enough for it?
Do you need money ?" he asked.

"I am poor," replied the artist, "but my art is my life.