The Montgomery advertiser., 1904-02-23
THEDAWN OF ANOTHER DAY
BY W. W. HINES.

 Copyright. 1904. by Daily Story Pub. co.l
 His talents are heaven-sent,'' said Brierly. in a voice which betokened some thing near akin to awe, but certainly the man himself Is beast' And this qualifying clause to his opinion of Ran dolph, formed that of the whole of Bohe- mia. It is said that Paul verlalne wrote the greatest of his religious poems poems that breathe an atmosphere of tenderness and purity-when in slow pro- cess of recovery from the effects of a prolonged course of indulgence in ab- sinthe and similar brain and moral des- troying drinks.
 It was the other way around with Ram dolph. For weeks and months he would labor on some picture. always on some religious or semi-religious subject con- ceived in spirit of almost superhuman tenderness and devotedness, and upon. the completion of the picture he would enter upon a period of wild. debauchery that would bring horror to even those hardest old roues who knew him and met him so frequently in that pleasant land of debatable boundaFies-Bohemia-
 Those of his acquaintances who met in the little cafes around Washington square spoke often of the picture upon which he was at work Some of them had heard Randolph discuss the idea for the picture. which had it's conception in a vision which came to him vile lying upon a hospital cot recovering from his last terrific spree. Others had seen the pict- ure itself In It's unfinished state. although Randolph did not encourage visitors to come to his somewhat inaccessible studio while he was actually engaged upon great work, and he was wont to class all his own paintings as great works.
 The opinion of the aequaintances were one In form but differently expressed.
 Tt will be the greatest thing he has ever done--as great in its conception as sParslfal,'" said the First Violin, who preferred the Munich beer made from wheat grains.
 Tt will be the greatest thing he has ever done--as great in It's way as Ra- faers Madonna," said the little Italian landscape. paipter, with a sigh of regret that he had not been given by the good God the gift of welding the brush that depicts great things.
 Tt viii be the greatest thing he has done--as great in its way as Tolstors Awakening . . said the little writer of prose. g'4 .i,. e Fro this the poet. and all the rest of the Bohemian clique gave their assent, each in comparison with some great work in uiH own lne OL dEtAstIC cHuooNoE'
 And Randolph Knew that it was good alike in conception and execution--this picture of his, which was to be called "The Dawn of Another Day"
 Trickery, as the followers of the con- ventional in pictorial art would term 1t, he had used freely. It was a picture of a soul, and therefore those who cannot see a soul would call the means he had used triclxery.
 A woman, beautiful as@ an angel. but her face stamped with the mark of sin. stood by an open window and watched the dawn come over a range of eastern hills. Commonplace enough the picture. but Randolph, by some subtle magic of his own. told all the story plainly. As one looked at the picture longer, one felt its power more. And gradually one read on the face of the woman a dawn of that purity which Is not born of ignor- ance of sin, but of high resolve to blot it out from life if not from memory.
 It was a characteristic of Randolph that he had selected for his model @ woman of the lowest class a creature who had been his companion in the de- baucheries of the spree which had pre- ceded the conception of the piccufe. That she, his model. loved him, was nothing to the artist. Sir Galahad himself might not be purer than Beverly Randolph dur ing the period in which he was actually at work upon a picture. The woman was to him a model and absolutely noth- ing more. He had been awake to the fact that she was a woman who loved