The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-02-19
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On the way back an old print, Shop attracted
his attention, and with the absent-minded-
ness natural to artists he became immersed
in a portfolio Of fine engravinRs and quite
forgot his model, his cast and his luncheon.
Meanwh bile the pretty actress was lying help
less IN his studio At first she was amused
by her novel predicnment but very soon
she realized It's discomforts. The mass Of
plaster by which she was enveloped was 50
heavy that she could move neither hand
nor foot. She presently discovered 90 her
alarm that one of the properties OF plaster
OF Paris is to shrink in the process
Of drying. About the same time
she realized aDpallingly that 1t pos
sessed the characteristic OF emitting great
heat in becoming solidihed. As Is custom
airy with soulptors' models for casting, the
actress had been copiously creased from
chin to toe with a shiny mixture OF oil and
tallow. The heat of the plaster, the grease
and warm spring day, combined with the
natural glow Of the lovely woman's body,
soon TRANSFORMED the huge matrix into an
oven. Miss UrquhArt was used TO both
Turkish and Russian baths, but at that mos
ment she began to feel as If she as threat
ened with the fate prepared for Shadrach.
Msshach and Abednego. In addition to its
fiery heat the mold commenced to shrink
surely but slowly, until the plaster, which
had at first fitted comfortably
around every curve in her form,
now frightened In q vise-like grip
from which there was no escape. After
half an hour OF suffooation Miss Urquhart
believed that the sculptor had been run over
in the street, tried to scream, but could not
expand her lungs sufficiently TO gain breath
for the vocal effort, gave up all hope OF res
cue and prepared to die. 1t would be a
better advertisement for comic opera
divinity, she thought, than any loss OF dia>
IL "A ha all aal no
in the morning papers recouutiug the tragic
and unparalleled death of a well-known
actress. But, she considered rnefully. It.
wouldn't do her any good. "Better," she
muttered faiutly, 'huve life and a steady
$3.50 a week than posthumous fame achieved
by dying slowly and horribly ia sculptor's
plaster matrix."
Suddenly knock was heard at the door,
and the almost unconscious young woman
revived quickly with renewed hope Of
rescue. Miss Urquhart tried to call out.
but the great mass Of plaster olutched her
bosom so firmly that abe could scarcely
breathe. The rappings still continued. 1t
was the waiter with the luncheon. After
pounding at the door for several minutes
and yelling through the keyhole without
hearing any response he picked up his tray
of dishes and returned to the caterers.
Overcome by the horror Of losing this last
chance Of reease, Miss Urquhart tainted.
A few minutes later the sculptor returned
and was terrified to find his model, as he
supposed, dead. Hastily selling hammer
and chisel, he Clipped of the matrix, and
extricated the lovely woman. The cast
was irretrievably spoiled. But neither the
luncheon nor the sculptor's ardent psrsua-
sions could induce Isabelle Urquhart to
have another cast made OF what be regarded
as the most beautiful form on the stage of
America.