Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1893-12-15

ayes, I got sunthin else to say, but It
kinder sticks half way. Here, don't you
bother about maxim 'rangements with that
Teller to look AFTER me in case anything
you know, don't your can't say It, It's
too drefae to talk about. But don't want
to be held by any one. You wouldn't like
TINT. If you 20 away. shall just come
arter you, and it don't matter where nor
how-d'ye heart"
There was pain in his face as he nodded
assent, but to disguise the feeling he asked
lightly:
as there nothing elsei"
''Nothin 'ticler," replied with a sigh
Of relief. "I've got up the wust Of 1t. But
you might tell us what this thing is you're
a-goin to heave at somebody's feet, else !
know I'll have to 60 pokin and pryin about
to find out"
well, as Mere Lucas has only Just taken
In the milk. we can 60 into the Workshop
and satisfy your curiosity without keeping
breakfast waiting. This IL pretty frock.
have not seen 1t before, think"
"Courss you sin't," said !. stopping and
turning around slowly, with huge delight.
to be admired. "Tea gowns Il for arter-
moons, walkin dresses is for outdoors, but
this here is for mornin's"
II ought to have known that-it's so
crisp and bright and fresh" said he.
We passed through the back yard and
up q few steps into long glazed work.
shop, which had been rented from the cabi-
net 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 beside 1t. Some odd looking
tools lay on bench, but they only looked
like misshapen spoons. In the middle of
the workshop, however, there was some
thing on stout stand, carefully enveloped
in a damp cloth, and little farther on
stood another stool bearing a smaller mass
similarly covered. Taras went up to the
larger of the two things and began careful
ly to remove the cloth, while l stood by
waiting in eager curiosity to know what it
was that excited the luminosity of the po-
lice to such an extent.
There it is" said Taras. lifting the last
fold Of the cloth and revealing 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 harm will it do any one il
you throw that at his feetf 1t wouldn't
kill him if you threw it at his head"
'Ah, but this is only a sketch of much
larger one l shall make" said he, with a
twinkle Of merriment in his eye. The fig
ures will be life size, and they will be burned
hard in kiln, which. you see, would make
difference if 1t came to throwing it ut
anybody's head, but that was only man.
ner Of speaking. Come l will make it
clear to you if 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
executioner with an iron thonged whip in
his hand. The third figure is the car, who
has given the order for this helpless wom-
an to be logged and is standing by to see
his order carried out. callous to his victims
suffering"
what has the woman done."
"She has dared to tell the car that she
is not his slave"
Whats this down alongside the wom-
an" asked
1.-THE cars dog-licking her hand"