Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-07-10

heaven has made me the man am, and thea he struck an attitude.
 "What legsI' we all cried in a sort of chorus.
 "Ah, NJ. Jobinard," said pleadingly, eff you would only permit us to photo graph your lower extremities."
 Never, gentlemen, neverT replied the infatuated Jobinard; II care nothing for Art. Besides, it would be almost inde- cent; I could never look into a print shop without coming face to face with the evidences of my too fatal beauty"
 From that day Jobinard ceased to wear his professional apron.
 It was about a week after this that Daburon, I and another man presented ourselves at Jobinard's establishment. We raised our hats to Jobinard as one man, we smiled, and then we bowed.
 The hairy little grocer seemed consid- erably astonished at our performance.
 'M. Jobinard," said Daburon, who was our spokesman, you see before you Q deputation of three, representing the Art students of Paris, some 500 in number. We have come to beg a favor. Weknow, alas! too well, that it would be absolute ly impossible to induce a man of your position in society to sit to us; but, NJ. Jobinard, man possessing the lower , extremities of a Hercules, a Farnese Hercules, NJ. Jobinard-and need hard ly remind you that Hercules was demi- god-has his duties as well as his priv ileges. Those magnificent lower extrem- ities of his are not his own-they belong to the public.
 Such lower extremities as yours, monsieur, are not for an age, but for all time. They must be handed down in 1 marble to posterity. The legs of Jobi- nard must become household word in Art. To refuse our request, monsieur, would be a crime. You would retain the copyright ofyour own legs of course. They would be multiplied in plaster of | paris and become marketable commod- | ity over the whole civilized world. Such muscles as these" said Daburon, respect fully prodding and batting the unfor- | tunate Jobinard, must not be lost to | the artistic world. What a biceps, what deltoid, my friends" he continued. ''What magnificent development of the sternoclidomastoidcus l The wretched Jobinard, blown out with pride, seemed like the frog in the fable, ready to burst And then he proudly drew mp the leg of his neither ! garment to the knee and exhibited q muscular brown limb as hairy as that oi an ape.
 "You vii! not refuse ys:" VIC cried il | chorus.
 'You will not dare to refuse us" added Daburon.
 "Gentlemen, yield! I see that Ar \ you like to begin:" said poor Jobinard.
 Tomorrow at noon, answered Dabu ron as he shook hands with the little grocer reverentially, and then we tool our leave.
 Next day long procession filed into the shop.
 ''This way, gentlemen, this way, if yor please" said NJ. Jobinard as he indicated the way to his back yard.
 We must have been at least 30. Every body brought something; there were foul sacks of plaster, some paving stones, bit! of broken iron, bricks, and enough ma terial to have walled up Jobinard alive A great mass of moist plaster was pre- pared, the limbs that had become nee essary to the world of Art were denudet of their covering and placed in the mois mass, then large quantities of the liquit plaster was poured on them, then thu scraps of old iron, the bars, the paving stones and the bricks were carefully in serted and built up into the still sof mass which was at least yard high ant . ,-ard thick.
 Don't move, dear M. Jobinar1. = criet Daburon, the plaster is about to set | We shall return in half an hour, b, which time the molds will be com plete."
 NJ. Jobinard, seated in the center 0 his back yard, bolt upright, bowed t each of us as we passed out. In about a quarter of an hour Jobi nard began to feel distinctly uncomfort able. ''The molds seem getting terri bly heavy" he said to one of his assist ants, who kept him company. "The, seem on fire, and can't move"
 At that moment the procession, heade, by Dabnron, filed once more into tn courtyard.
 "It's getting painful, gentlemen" sai, Jobinard. T feel as though were be ing turned to stone"
 "Try and bear it bravely. Nothing attained in this world, dear monsieur \ "1LuOuL CeEbd1n dAlouut Oh puySlCd suffering. It will be set as hard as mar ble in few minutes. We will obtai the necessary appliances for your It lease at ouce, Jobinard. Remain pe1 fectly quiet till our return" said Dabu ron rather suavely.
 , And then we each of us kissed our fir
 ger tips solemnly to poor Jobinard, an we filed out once more. It was the las l day of the term at the Art school, and W were all of for our holidays.
 For two hours Jobinard waited for U in an agony of fear; then he sent for : stonemason, who dug him out. The , had to get the plaster off with han 7 mer. We had, by the direction of th
 Demon Daburon, omitted to oil tn 3 shapely limbs of our victim. Poor JobinardI-Tit-Bits