The Providence news. (Providence [R.I.]) 1891-1906, 1893-10-18

"There IL fs," said Tdrds.
"Yes, I got sunthin else to say, but It
kinder sticks half way. Here, don't you
bother about maxim 'rangements with that
feller to look arter me in case anything
you know, don't your can't say 1t. It's
too dreffie to talk about. But don't want
to be held by any one. You wouldn't like
that. II you go away, shall just come
arter you, and il don't matter where nor
how-d'ye hearp"
There was pain in his face as he nodded
assent but to disguise the feeling he asked
lightly:
SIS there nothing elsei"
"Nothin 'ticler," / replied with a sigh
Of relief. "Ive got up the wust of it. But
you might tell US what this thing is you're
a-goin to heave at somebody's feet, else
know I'll have 10 go pokin and pryin about
to find out"
"Well, as Mere Lucas has only just taken
I'm the milk, we can go into the workshop
and satisfy your curiosity without keeping
breakfast waiting. This is pretty frock.
have not seen 1t before, think"
"Course you ain't," said i. stopping and
turning around slowly, with huge delight,
to be admired. "T~a gowns Is for arter
noons, walkin dresses IL for outdoors, but
this here is for mornin's."
II ought to have known that-its 80
crisp and bright and fresh." said he.
We passed through the back yard and
up few steps into long glazed work
shop, which had been rented from the cabi-
net maker next door, 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 it. Some odd looking
tools lay on bench, but they only looked
like misshapcn spoons In the middle Of
the workshop, however, there was some
thing on q stout stand, carefully enveloped
In a damp cloth, and a little farther on
stood another stool bearing q smaller mass
similarly covered. Taras went up to the
larger of the two things and began careful
ly to remove the cloth, while / stood by
waiting in eager curiosity to know what It
was that excited the animosity Of the po-
lice to such an extent.
There 1t 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"
swell, what harm will it do any one II
you throw that at his feetS 1t wouldn't
kill him il you threw 1t at his head"
"Ah, but this Is only a sketch Of much
larger one I shall make" said he, with Q
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 il it came to throwing it at
anybody's head, but that was only man.
ner Of speaking. Come, l will mako it
clear to you II can. This female figure
represents my country in the last stage of
despair and humiliation. The man tearing
the dress from her shoulders Is brutal
executioner with an iron thonged whip in
his hand. The third figure is the czar, who
has given the order for this helpless wom-
an to be flogged 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-
am" asked.
"The cars dog-licking her hand"
ITO show he's got more feelin than the
man hasi"
That's it. You begin TO see what I
mean"
"It's a-comin TO me-" said after few
moments Of profound thinking. Pm get
tin at it by little at time That woman,
your country, IS got look like mine was,
all mis'able and wretched like, and you're
a-goin to give her new life like you're givin
me and alter her face SO as people shall
hardly know her again"
Would To heaven l might" he ex-
claimed fervently "One life is too short
for such a work-one hand too feeble I
can but hope 20 awaken the sympathy OF
humanity and start the cry OF indignation
which shall shame the car TO mercy"
The group had n new interest for me-
The longer l looked at IL the more IL fas-
cinated me. The central figure ceased to
be an image. IL was living woman suf-
fering as bad suffered.
II guess she feels like I felt" said /.
like as II nothin could make her feel
wus, and IL didn't matter what happened"
Taras asSented
Better she hadn't got no soul nor moth
in. Better she was dead IL she hain't got
friend to help her up and give her new
life"
That's it. But we must find friends 10
help her, warm the hearts OF other nations
toward her and kindle spirit of hope and
courage into that poor fsinting heart, aud
we will five can keep out Of the hands OF
the police"
III he could keep out Of the hands Of the !
police! Ny existence also depended upon
that, Recognizing so much, the instinct
Of self preservation inspired me with a
fierce desire and determination TO find out
and fight this secret emissary OF the czar.
The enemy once discovered. would meet
cunning with cunning. dare anything, hest
tate mt nothing TO save the man who made
the world dear TO me- IL would be fight
for life. aad one OF US must fall
Continued Tomorrow.