Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1895-08-01
THE ICONOCLAST.

and gradually, in process Of evolution
from the journalist to the newspaper
man. It took all sorts Of rubs and sur
prises and facers and disillusions to form
him. That morning he was hurrying
through Printing House square on an
assignment, when he noticed before him
woman carrying on her head tray Of
plaster images and walking with the
stately gait and even poise of the south
italian. She was small, brown. She
wore gown Of blue cotton, wooden
shawl, plaided in olive and yellow, and
red kerchief on her head. These glar-
ing colors, however, made her picture.
To observe her Broughton passed by her
and then looked back.
She regarded him calmly. "Buy a
lit San Samuele says-a his Grafton,
signor?"
Broughton had no particular use for =
praying Samuel, but he had various the
cries about our adopted citizens and
might have acquired something in the
plaster cast line if at that moment q
broad shouldered fellow had not come
and jostled the little woman SO roughly
that the tray was thrown from her head
and went running to the sidewalk. 1t
was the end of the world for that popu-
lation of craven images. They fell in
heap Of indistinguishable fragments,
mingling their dust in complete de-
mocracy of saints, politicians, lambs,
the three graces, and even a model Of
beautiful foot labeled Trilby. Little
Samuel was past praying for, but he was
no more thoroughly pulverized than the
bust Of Napoleon. Young Mr.. Brough-
ton felt stirring within him an essay on
the frailty Of mundane things. Then the
air was torn with the lamentations Of
the woman.
20 Madonna!' Next she denounced
the cause Of the disaster, who was NOV
ing away. Head Of big, you are-al
Why-a you hit-a me? What I ever done
at you-a? You break-a my image-I not
eat-a morel" she ratified her finger nails
along her front teeth to indicate the
hunger which would be the consequence
Of the breaking of her stock in trade.
Meanwhile two bootblacks had seized
the man by the elbows, and turning him
around ran him back face to face with
the woman. She stood wringing her
hands and wailing. "What ruin Poor-a
mel"
The aggressor was evidently also an
Italian.
"Soy!" one Of the bootblacks said
"Youse has gotter reach down inter yer
clothes an square up wild de dago loidy."
"He's bloomin dago hissef," COM
mented the other boy.
Broughton had been painfully COM
posing few phrases Of such colloquial
Italian as his Harvard studies Of Dante
had rendered possible to him, and now
uttered them in stiff and toneless &C
cent. In effect, he said that it was nee
essary to pay the compatriot for that
which was broken.
II only got ten cent-a, signor, said
the offender, handing the coin to the
woman. He was permitted to 60 in
peace.
"Ten-a cent-al Madonna mia FOR 80
mooch imagel" sobbed she.
So Broughton put 81 into his own hat
and passed it around among the throng
that had been attracted by the noise
When he gave the collection to the wom-
an, she wiped her eyes, kissed bis hands
with many benedictions, and went her
way.
Broughton's assignment had taken
him in the direction Of Mulberry bend.
As he returned through that quarter be
saw a hundred yards in front of him
woman with o tray Of images ON her
head. He quickened his pace and soon
was near her. It was the same Italian
she had replenished her tray with more
saints and heroes and graces. 80 II is, y
unused young Mr.. Broughton-who still
trailed clouds Of the glory Of journalism
THAT in this world no one is indis-
pensable One perishes, another replaces
himp'
just then, staggering around = cor
ner, appeared the former breaker Of
images, and again, as If on purpose, he
swung his arm rudely against the wom-
an. As before, crash, lamentations
and crowd. The jewellers Of Mulberry
bend, themselves we'll acquainted with
poverty, gave Of their few copper coins
to her, who sat wailing among the ruins
Of her wares. They helped her to pick
up such Of the casts e. were not irTeme.