Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1893-12-03

81 ought to have known that-it's so
crisp and bright and fresh" said he.
We passed through the back yard and
up a few steps into a long glazed work.
shop, which had been rented FROM the
cabinet maker next door. l looked
around, expecting to see some terrible
instrument. Innumerable plaster casts
hung from the rafters. The end wall
was covered with rough sketches in
charcoal. A potter's wheel stood near
the window, with a trough of clay be-
bench, but they only looked like mis-
shapen spoons. In the middle Of the
workshop, however, there was some
thing on a stout stand, carefully envel-
oped in a damp cloth, and a little fur
Their on stood Another stool bearing a
smaller mass similarly covered. Taras
went up to the larger Of the two things
and and began carefully to remove the
cloth, while l stood by waiting In eager
curiosity to know what it was that ex-
cited the luminosity of the police TO such
an extent.
"There it is" said Taras, lifting the
last fold OF the cloth and revealing a
group of three figures, roughly modelled
in clay.
walked round the stand, touched
the soft clay, and then, looking at
Taras in perplexity, said;
"Why, it's only images"
"That is ALL"
"Well, what hgrm will it do any one
If you throw that at his feet? II
wouldn't kill him if you threw it at his
head"
"Ah, but this is only a sketch of a
much larger one l shall make" said
be, with a twinkle Of merriment
in his eye. 1.-THE figures will be
life size, and they Will be burned hard
In a kiln, which, you see, would make
a difference if it came to throwing 1t at
anybod's head, but that was only a
manner Of speaking. Come, l will
make it clear to you il l can. This
female figure represents my country In
the last stage of despair and humiliation.
The man tearing the dress from her
shoulders is a brutal e~xecutioner with
an iron thonged whip in his hand. The
third figure is the car, who has given
the order for this hel pless woman to be
fogg d and is standing by to see his or
der carried out, callous to his victims
suffering"
"What has the woman done?"
"ShO has dared to tell the car that
she is not his slave"
whats this down alongside the wom-
amp" l asked.
The czar's dog-licking her hand"
ITO show he's got more feeling than
the man has?"
That's it. You begin to see what I
mean"
otis a-comin to me-" said, after a
few moments of profound thinking.
'T'm gettin at it by a little at a time.
That woman, your country, 8 got a
look like mine was, all mis'able and
wretched like, and you're a.goin TO give
her new life like you're glvin me and
alter her face so as people shall hardly
know her again"
"Would TO heaven I might" he ex-
claimed ferventiy. Gone life is too
short for such a work-one hand too
feeble. 1 can but hope to awaken the
sympathy of humanity and start the
CRY Ol l"lOlRudblOu WulCu oudl Sudmo
the ear 10 mercy"
The group had a new interest for me.
The longer 1 looked at it the more IL
fascinated me. The central figure
ceased to be an image. 1t was a living
woman suffering as l had suffered.
Il guess she feels like l felt" said l.
Like as il nothing could make her feel
wus, and il didn't matter what hap
pened."
Taras assented.
BETTER she hadn't got no soul nor
nothin'. Better she was dead If she
hain't got a friend to help her up and
give her new life"
That's it. But we must find friends
to help her, warm the hearts of other
nations toward her and kindle a spirit
of hope and courage into that poor
fainting heart, and We will II we can
keep out OF the hands OF the police"
II he could keep out of the hands Of
the police! My existence also depend
ed upon that. Recognizing so much,
the instinct Of self-preservation inspir-
ed me with a fierce desire and deter
mination to ind out and fight this Sc
cret emissary Of the Gar. The enemy
once discovered, 1 would meet cunning
with cunning, dare anything, hesitate
at nothing TO ave the man who made
the world dear to me. 1t would be a
fight for life, and one Of US must fall.