The Cook County herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Minn.) 1893-1909, 1902-06-21
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By WINCROVE BATHON.
wright, 1902 by Daily Story Publishing Ce

You have seen the engraving of the
to the memory of Marcos BOtZaris,
and you know whether or not the
great sculptor was successful III his
determination that ne who fell at Mis-
sOlOnghi should have monument
worthy Of his heroism and patriotism.
The story Of that monument, a sad
and pretty tale, is little knoWn-too
little known. We forget too easily.
There is no longer a BOtZaris; there is
no longer Mavrocordato. Misso-
longhi itself is remembered but as
The place where Byron died, and even
then only when one says "Missolonghi
-lS24.' And that is a long time ago.
The day David Dangers found the
Inspiration he sought for his mOnu-
ment to Botz2ris, he was walking
among the tombs of Pere-la-Chaise.
He saw young girl lying on grave
stone, at full length, tracing with a
colOrcd chalk the name Marcos Bot
"a, is on the headstone of the tomb.
She had just finished tho last one of
the letters on the otherwise blank
shaft OF marble
MY cnild," David called to her, as
he approached, why do you write
tomb has nothing to do with Bot
zars'
II know it, Monsieur" she replied.
y simply came here for walk, and
was thinking of Marcos Botzaris. Be-
sides, the monument has nothing to
do with him because it is not half
good enough for him, beautiful as it
is in it's Simplicity
why do you think it is not good
enough for him. the sculptor asked
He was a Greek, Monsieur! she
said, simply.
She Wept David took note Of her.
She was about fourteen, just budding
into Womanhood, with the travail of
the transition expressed in her every
feature, every limb.
Here, he said to himself, was not
only the subject for his composition,
but the model FOR his art as we'll. His
statue took shape in his mind. This
girl, he thought to himself, would rep
resent copied in stone, to the most
casual observer the struggle for free
doln.1 Slf5, would Dena-for him over
the tomb If Botzaris to drag the secret
of that freedom from him and give
to the world in effigied marble the
story BotZaris fell too soon to finish.
DaWning life, the reincarnation of
liberty, would take up the work of the
dead, in its ever continuing effort to
fulfill its mission. 1t would be his
masterpiece.
Questioning the girl he learned
nothing. Size had nothing to tell, she
said. Her name? She would not give
it. Her residence? She shook her
head. She told him nothing beyond
that she happened to be in Pere-la-
Chaise for walk.
David seated himself upon a nearby
tomb and commenced to speak Of his
monument. He prefaced his remarks
with the question:
You are Greek?"
AS Monsieur sees," she said, proud
ly raising her head.
At first she listened to him incredu-
lc:.sly. When ne spoke of her coun-
.rys war for freedom, and his own
iderl of independence, a Gre kindlel
in her eyes, and she dr1ed her tears,
and listened, silently entranced, show
ing only by her heeving young breast
and the flashing Of her eyes, the emo
ton his words occasioned her.
At length he reached the point of
his conversation. Would she pose for
him?
=, .,iCnsieur! T. she exclaimed. in