The record-union., 1897-08-16

About two weeks later Giuseppe Be-
noni, the Italian sculptor, received an or
der from a New York house for a tomb.
There was a certain stipulation as 10
the price-the design was left TO the
young SculptorS own fancy. Giuseppe
wandered by his beloved Arno and
sought inspiration from her vine-clad
hills lit was his first order from New
York. although his reputation was be-
ginning to spread. He meant to send
them something worth the journey. In
the spring, when he shipped his work,
he had grown to love it, and he parted
from it with a sense of loss in his trl-
umph. 1t was very lovely.
The monument was placed above-let
us say the ashes-the remains of Dennis
Moynihan, in one of the cemeteries of
Greater New York. A sensational daily
"scooped" the whole story and did it up
exhaustively with illustrations. Ann
was interviewed and became a celebri-
ty. 1t was all put down in printing,
how the apparently poverty stricken
squatter had been d miSer for her son S
sake-how, in spite of death, she had
heaped her all upon the beloved child,
and had returned to her shanty and her
COW.
Annn went down to news stand on
neighboring street corner and bought
a supply of this f1orid article of which
| she was the heroine Then she bor-
| rowed a. postal card of Mrs Mandel-
baum and sent for Kitty Mccarthy to
come to see her.
1t happened that the McCarthys, not
being much given to literature, had seen
| nothing of the famous article.
Hold yer hand, Kitty Mccarthy, -
said Ann. 'I've fixed up Dinnis' tomb
an Oi'll pay the car fare fer the whole
| of yees to go and see it. It's tin cints
there and tin cints back, for ye git wan
| thransfer, do ye mind" She laid two
| dimes in Kitty's palm. ''That'I take
yer mother" She paid out two more.
| That's fer Moike-yer father. 1.-TWO
more) There's fer Dan; there's fer
Terrence; there's fer yerself, Kitty Nc
| Carthy, there's fer Nora, there's fer
Meery Ann It's no use payin' fer
i the twins Sure yees can take them
| on yer laps on account av the shmall
( size ay thin. but there's the fare fer
Bridget Docherty-seein' ye trait her
like wan av the family! An here's the
peppers. Take thin wild ye, an doan
| be losin' thin. They'll be tellin' ye all
about it,
| The tomb was quite an object of pill
| grimage, being jaumtily accessible by
| trolley. and Benonis work was noticed
even by the graver journals as worthy
of visitation The strong young figure
springing from a vague design of clouds
seemed to give itself with free up
ward leap of every line to infinity, and
| to spend it's life in the one utterance
| that was carved as nearly as sound can
| be carved from the long trump pressed
| upon it's lifted lips.
| The message was the fuller to the
| heart from its silence on the human
ear; one felt that ii was harmony too
great and rounded for the narrow sense
of man, like the supermortal music of
| the spheres. But to the intelligence of
| the McCarthys when they saw it it
| blew familiar pipe in a very human
| key
AHA, and did yees get left or didn't
yees. me darlin's' it seemed to them
| to be footing. And amt this an ille-
giant tomb intoirely-an' Dinnis in it?''
Helen Walter, in New York Evening
| Post.
Tired people should consider the dam
l +hoy, Of