The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1906-06-30

room to n low settee, upon which ne
nearly fell / sprang from my seat In
and rushed toward him. he
trembling violently; the chisel still
held in his left hand fell with clank;
his breath came ia quick gasps.
whats the matter. old manT
asked swiftly, fearing he Was Ill. Can
I get you anythingT'
He struggled to speak for moment,
then at last, with my hand on his
shoulder, stammered out:
"Rayen-go-go-an look! God!
It's human flesh." For a moment l
thought he was mad but he still point !
ed to the statue, and 1 went across to |
it.
Ills last stroke on the right of the
figure had exposed about three inches
of n pink, delicate, inexpressibly human
arm.
stood aghast, afraid to touch,
afraid even to move, the skin of my
head creeping, all thought absolutely
paralyzed, then l went back to the
settee and sat down by the side of
Foulard, feeling more than a trife
faint. He touched my arm pathetically.
Am lam l mad, old chap" he
whispered.
mo, no." answered, pulling myself
together you're all right"
Presently, without q word, Foulard
went up to the statue, which we had
hardly dared to glance at. l followed
him, watching intently. Very gently
and with the utmost care he began
scraping and cutting away at the chalk
until the whole of a perfect, beautiful
" symmetrical hand and arm was re-
vealed up to the shoulder. His nerves
were steadier, but his excitement and
exultation were tremendous; as for me,
more than once l was compelled to
look round the room at the familiar
objects-the chairs, the magazines, that
mornings Telegraph-to convince my
self that l was not plunged into some
nerve -destroying fantasy o'-sleep.
1.-THE face-the facet" Foulard eager
ly whispered. Little by little the shout
der was disclosed to our wondering
gaze, the white mask removed, until
In an hour the face was uncovered, and
we stood back, awe-struck and silent
as before some profound, unearthly
mystery.
NV friend clutched my arm.
'9The woman of my dreaml" he said
1t was the form of woman will
face infinitely calm and sweet, and sad
bending slightly forward. Her eye
were closed. Coiled high upon he
head above the pure, cream-tinted ova
nose a shining mass Of jet-black hair
But the beseeching, appealing gesture
and the straining Of her head, a
though to catch the thrill Of passin
angels song lit made us both liste
might be waited through the night. Th
flesh was firm and cool to the toucl
with none of that repulsive chill on
associates with death, and 1t SCENE
as though at any moment the woma
might lift heavy eyelids and speak.
she did, what dead worlds should W
behold in the deeps of her eyes? Whs
wild tragedy of past ages would be III
folded to us?
. Strangely enough, now the face We
visible, we felt no fear, SO hushed, 1
" exquisite was the enhancing beaut
. disclosed and for long we sat talkir
= in whispers over the marvellous thiI
p, which had happened.
= When l left the studio, Foulard can
, with me to my rooms, for the sake
company 1t would never have done f
10 MIN to be alone-he looked Ill with Il
10 shock and the excitement; and v
40 agreed to lock the room and come aga
~ In the morning.
y OF course, my friend copied b
- world famous statue Of ''The Song
y the Siren," which made so great
sensation not long ago, from the VOL
y an of his dream so suddenly given
him-by what means 1t Is impossil
le for us as yet to say.
~ In the morning when we re-enter
~ the room q had hardly left his sid
~ he began upon the fine statue in mi
70 Bile. and labored necessarily, almt
~ day and night, hardly would he ALI
himself time to eat, and on many da
" used to force him away from
~ half-completed figure to partake of
= hurried meal with me. The woman
-" what else con l call her-he
vi stripped Of all her white easement
' chalk. She had been partially rOl
as by a fibrous garment thrown across
ny bosom and dropping to her feet, m,
apparently of some peculiar cloth Il
"a cracked when touched. And, day af
~, e.. day, he worked ardently, passionate
at this labor of love.
At last it was ended, and with m;
~, a hope, many n fear. the reverent
the fishing touches were added. 1t Is ne
4. ness to describe the statue as 1t sta
mo- in the hall of sweet sounds; every
,na knows of it, how that more than
ON has said that it has soul; how
rr, the great musician has made 1t do,
as immortal by a composition directly
-,,ira5 h1- " Enular d WAS famOuS