The Montgomery advertiser., 1902-04-26
MisS0loghi.
BY wINGRovE BATHoN.

Copyright. so2. by Daily Story Pub. Co.) You have seen the engraving of the monument created by David Dangers to the memory of Marcos Botzaris. and you know whether or not the great sculptor was successful in his determination that he who fell at Missolonghi should have a monument worthy of his heroism and pa. triotism.
 The story of that monument, a sad and pretty tale. Is little 'known-too little known. We forget too easily. There is no lenger Botzaris; there is no longer Mavrocordato. Missolonghi itself is re. membered, 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 in- spiration he sought for his monument to Botzaris, he was walking among the tombs of Pere- -Chaise. He saw young girl iying on gravestone. at full length. tracing with a colored chalk the name the tomb. She had just finished the last one of the letters on the otherwise blank shaft of marble.
 My child." called David to her. as he approached. why do you write that name upon that tomb? That tomb has nothing to do with Botzaris."
 'I know it. Monsieur she replied. "I simply came here for walk, and was thinking of Marcos Botzaris. Be- sides, the monument has nothing to do enough for him. beautiful as 1t is in it's simplicity
 Why do you think it is not good enough for hlm?" the sculptor asked.
 He was Greek, Monsieur!' she said, simply.
 She wept David took note of her. She was about Il. just budding into wo- manhood. with the travail of the tram sition expressed in her every feature. ev- cry limb.
 Here. he said to himself. was not only the subject for his composition. but the model for his art as well. His statue took shape in his mind. This girl. he thought to himself, would represent server the struggle for freedom. She would bend for him over the to!mb of Botzaris to drag the secret of that free dom from him and give to the world in soon to finish. Dawning life. the rein carnation of liberty, would take up the work of the dead. in its ever continuing effort to fulfill its mission. It would be his masterpiece.
 Questioning the girl, he learncd-noth- ing. She 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 a walk.
 David seated himself upon a nearby tcmb and commenced to speak of his monument. He prefaced his remarks with the question:
 You are a Greek?'
 As Monsieur sees,' she said. proudly. raising her head.
 At first she listened to him incredulous- ly. When he spoke of her country's war for freedom. and his own ideal of inde- pendence. fire kindIed in her eyes. and she dried hG tears, and lisened, silently entranced. showing only by her heavina young breast and the flashing of her eyes the emotion his words occasioned her.
 At length he reached the point of his conversation. Would she pose for him?
 II. Monsieur! I.' she exclaimed, in a paroxysm of eagerness and joy as she sprang to her feet.
 Yes" she said. He began to speak of paving her for the sittings she should give him, but she would not listen.