Bisbee daily review., 1903-05-13
A Virit to the
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were occupied for dwellings, are
 number of shops of different kinds.
 One morning Howard Dyson, who had
 recently struck gold in Colorado and
 was visiting New York to see the
 sights, emerged from the hotel, walked
 few steps on Thirty y-third street,
 crossed Fifth avenue and proceeded
 leisurely southward. Suddenly he
 stopped and faced shop window.
 The main feature for display was g
 wax figure of a woman in costly attire
 of the very latest pattern. Never were
 face and shoulders more true to life.
 The image was not only beautiful. but
 there was an aristocratic mien about
 1t which could only have been mod
 eled from a woman of noble lineage.
 Dyson stood spellbound.
 Tt beats all," he muttered to him. self, what marvellous things are to be
 seen in this wonderful city. Who would ever suppose that lovely crea- ture could be made of wax, stuffed with straw? I don't believe it's wax at all. The bosom rises and falls just like that of human being"
 Dyson watched the figure as long as be could without attracting attention. then walked down to the Fifth Avenue hotel and back, stopping and standing again before the wonderful figure; then, calling an automobile cab, he rode through Central park. returned to his hotel, lunehed and, lighting cigar, strolled out to take another view of the wax figure. This time it did not seem so lifelike. The flesh was waxy, and the hair grew out of a waxy scalp. He wondered how he could have seen anything in it to make him think that 1t might be a living being. He deter mined to enter the store, look over the goods and ask some questions. He found an old man who spoke with a strong French accent. After being shown a number of articles for which he had no use whatever he began to talk to the old man about the figure in the window.
 'Howdoyou make the thing breathey' he asked.
 "Ah, m'sieu, when I was young I vis- tied Mime. Tussaud's waxwork show in Paris, where saw the reclining fig. nre of a woman made to appear to breathe. I was not content till had made machinery for like purpose. That machinery is now in the figure"
 When I first looked at it, there was more appearance of life about it than there is now"
 "Oui? When you first saw it. the sun was in the east the figure in shadow. Now the sun is on it''
 That evening Dyson spoke to one of the clerks in his hotel and asked him about the old Frenchmau.
 'The Count de Guronne? He is q ruined French -spendtbrift- -who- came over here recently and to make a Iv- ing opened a shop"
 Dyson spent a month in New York, every day passing the wax figure half a dozen times at least and always stopping to look at it. Whether it was the arrangement of the hair or the ex- precision on the face or the attitude, or all of these, the thing seemed to have been modelled after some one who had ired long ago. Dyson finally noticed that between Il and 12 o'clock in the morning and between 3 and 4 in the Afternoon it looked like life, while at Ill other times 1t was waxy. One day le came to a sudden determination. Walking resolutely into the store, he 'aced the count
 MT. Count" he said. you can't fool ne any longer. The image is only in he window two hours each day and is 10 image at all. It's a woman, and he woman I want. I am a bachelor nd rich. This woman is some relative f yours who has followed you in your desire to propose for Ter hand"
 A cunning smile broke over the face.
 You are right. m'sieur'
 The count admitted that the woman vas his relative. He promised to peak to her about Dyson's proposi- ion inviting him to call the next day. hortly before 2 o'clock. when the flesh nd blood would be relieved from duty y the wax image.
 "M'sieur," said the court when by on called the next day. If you like re will proceed to make the settle lents." And he produced a contract laking over S1O0O00 in case of mar iage and forfeit of s10,O00 in case tyson should change his mind. The )ver did not like the $10,0O0 clause. ut his mind was made up that the ossession of this beautiful flower Of 'rench nobility must be his, and he igned. A few minutes after the ex- cution of the paper the count went ) the window and under pretense of it held up a curtain be- ind which the transfer was effected. nd the woman stepped into the shop. "Ah, m'sieur," she said, bending her yes to the floor, q have heard how on have honored me-" then passed to room at the back of the shop.
 Half an hour later the door through Ihich she had emerged was opened. nd m old woman shriveled to the one entered the shop.
 Permit me, m'sieur," said :he count. to present my sister. She has been very day made up to look like a wax V1rp from porfraff of herself nafntetf