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Bisbee daily review., 1906-03-11

''I suppose you know Miss rrideswiedF' asked
 By name only. I am q member of thu Experimentalists.' but do not go often tc the meetings. In fact, I am a recluse. am going to dine with some very old friends tomorrow" she continued. And I fec quite frightened at the bare idea. Isn't il siilyI But, somehow, l think you under
 few days later I heard unexpectedly, a few particulars about the young artist She had been engaged to man who was de him, she was much fonder, apparently. oi her art. and it offended her deeply when ht told her that she would never do anythins great, and slsc that, when shs was hl, stadlo or s iatchsss, "'' W As
 He might have left he. the key" my informant added. ''bnt isobei declared ths, no man should have the power to say tha, she must not do this or that: SO the eh' gagement was broken Urf-she keeps on hei studio and she wears her Yale iatchkey hanging to 6 bracelet upon her wrist, and tries very hard to pose as an eTcsncipatet woman. The pair never meet. He say that all women are vain and hckle, and spends his time travelling. Even the charming fiat that he furnished for her |. shut up, and he refuses to let it."
 l met lsobel once or twice during the next twelve months, but, although we re malned very friendly, she did not connde tn me. was surprised, therefore, to Eei note from her one morning by boy messenger, to say that the studio was let, that she was going abroad immediately, and would 1 come over to tea the same afternoon.
 sent back the message With pleas. hrc. but this time no sweet voice re spondeh to my knock; so, without knock. Ing again, I went in. but when got round the screen which shut off the door l could not suppress a gasp of surprise for, standing in the middle of the room. In an attitude which recalled Leirhton's beautiful picture "wedded." were Isohel and the original of the portrait which had been turned face to the wall
 They did not see me. or they ignored my Interruption, and I remained in silent admiration of the charming Living Picture"
 sweetheartf f' heard him murmu, tenderly, as he kissed her hair. Then ht leaued over her shoulder and took some thing from the hand which she rnised tc meet his
 At the same moment she caught sigh, of me, and, slipping from the mans em brace. she ran to meet me
 He has got It = She cried. "f have indicated recent surrender of anything
 WhatT asked. but had guessed already.
 ',This,'' the masterfuI creature answered as he held up a latchkey
 pear me" I said. What fuss sbout wretched latchket. If that were ali yor had got you would not look so delighted "
 His air Of triumph etasperated me.
 But it is something more than the loot Of the victor" said 1sobeL Ut is the prooi that am renegade and myself nc longer
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Mysterious r
By Herbert Hart.

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 Many people all over the world know the statuesque figure of a knight in shin Ing armour which occupies a corner of the third room in the Metropolitan Museum. Hundreds have approached the circle of railings which surround 1t. have gazed, ad- mlred. and come away; but only to three persons in the world Is its secret known. make no attempt to explain the mystery in all human probability it will ever re been preached by those who came into ren- ton with il; leave the reader to form his own.
 Following m evening with my friend. the
 sculptor Foularl, l put in an appearance
 1t the studio the next morning not long
 after o'c.Ock. The night before FoUlard had told me Of remarkable dream. He had been commissioned some time before
 it seemed to carve the figure of woman
 listening. The statue was to go in the hall of great musician. Before attempting
 anything in marble he decided to work out
 bis Idea in some softer material, and conse-
 auentiy had a huge block of chalk brought to the workroom. Foulard's dream, of which
 he had told me previous to my matutinal
 visit was that he had seen vividly in
 dream fhe features of the statue he was about to carve. Not only had he seen the
 features but the expression of the fnce and poisa Of the body were all deeply stamped on his mind.
 "IieftinE on,' cried Fou,ard cheerily, as he saw me.
 .'O"rr | finish this to my liking. old boy: '" he tyhatted, the renl labor at the marble rtII be rpnparatisely easy: it will be nlore i R process of copying, eliminating errors and accommodating good points than anythine else. I am just going to complete this right arm and hand. then to retouch the face as much as I dare"
 "Sha!l I internlpt youf'' queried, feeling that he was in one of his tense moods strung up to concert pitch like a hne in- stTrment.
 Not a hit-sit down and talk or do what you like, Have a cigarT'
 Suddenly there came a startled cry, Al-
 most a scream. from my friend; he dropped
 his malet with a crash on the hoor, and stumbles biiniiy across the room tn low settee, upon which he nearly fell. | spranr
 from my seat instantly and rushed toward him. He was trembling violently; the
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"A paradiser'
 Yes, wherein they go on and on, weay- ing at life through rose-colored glasses, be- lieyIng in heaven, believing in hell. and all the while feeling possessed by a longing to
 II know. I know what you mean. I re- member one day at home I wandered over the hills alone. When l reached the sum- init of the highest one looked up and be- held. as it seemed to me, another world, an other sphere. All the green earth that stretched to right and left about me was forgotten, all the shadows cast by the trees seemed but like phantoms I Eazed on, fOrEetful of the fleeting hours, forgetful of the life that was awaiting me below in the valley. and-so I stood until the sun went down Then as the shadows grew deeper traverSed; twilight wrapped itself about the world and again paused, enraptured, then then l cTept on; l began tS be afraid; and
 The president of the club had forgotten the brilliant lights. the swaying figures and the other woman, his betrothed. He sat Rear sof, strsss s of mSrc nim but seeed to him that the tones had been created by Autumn winds, sweeping over crested hills. He pictured . shepherd tending his sheep. For one short moment he stood hani In hand on the highest hlll with the girl wko had looked into that other world, He could hear the rippling Of waters and the W Twilight. Ali thins. s sred sre% dark, iIn and then-he stumbled.
 Face to face. soul to soul, affinity had spoken to affinity, and then, as if R clap of thunder had rrnshed over tho world that had been eiried In tender silence, the orchestra broke forth into restless measure as If Hash of lightning had broken into darkness--the man saw.
 Almost rudeiy he snatched the tiny gold tinted programme attached to the girls fan. and then be ed as he heard the sound of his hancee's low, musical laugh He drew 6 fine across his own initials, which he had placed opposite the First Extra.
 T was selhsh.- he remarked; "it was H duty dance. It Is SD easy to forget !"
 Yes, 90 easy" the girl murmured 50 eRsy to forget when one Is standing on the summit of great hill, looking down upon the world So easy to forget when"--
 "l know what you mean. But, after all, the keen breeze one finds up there fills one with longing to he good"
 My dance. Miss Gretchen i' It was a third person who spoke
 The giTl held out her hand to the presi- dent and said
 Sooner or later we shall meet again on that high hill .'
 On the very highest hill of aIl." was tho fervent reply.
 The enthusiast very naturally thourhe that they were referring to a tobogga1 slide. and he forthwith delved into tm mystersss of toboggans and tobogssn iscsi
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A Tale of an Artist.
 By ]. D. Hightower.
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Q oooo e Q Qoo oopo oou' only said. Tt is bread-bread for the ittic Wife, and happiness; and. as he s nfs Ss S5nss S6nss, s r sHt .5s in h; %i her deathless love. and of her happiness 10 be; and the stars were h his soul as pGrse 'rsGS and %fS SS r.st witn gss h h: him. for he had said. "I must see ynur pictures-your wonderful deathless pie,
 And the poor artist would be poor no longer, and the unknown artist would bs no longer unknown, for the world the stupid, selnsb world. would stop and mar. ter had marveiied; and above aii, there would be bread-bread for the little wifr, and happiness.
 In silence walked the great master and the poor artist. In silence they climbed the attic steps, and silence was in the attic when they entered no song was there, no hsstening of light footsteps to greet them l: on . faded divsn, It's attitude indicating that 1t was tired, very tired but the wide. open eyes did not seem tired-lnstead. matchle.s, deathiess love which only poets and painters cen understand.
 Touch the lips; they arc cold. and once not wonderful is il not beauiifai-this angel we caii Death,
 And the little brown bird came again bhu ptrcnra in the WindoW, with the sun shine about him, and ssng-such a beagti- ful song And the artist twined the soft hair of the girl wife about his fingers and were raised and elasped around his neck Only it seemed that the lips smiled with the death'ess love--that was all.
 And the little brown bird, lifting his wings. New away and came no more
 Then gathered the poor artist his palette and his brushes. and his palntings-his wonderfnl psintinss--and laid them at the feet of tue great master: and with them he laid the purse, all the gold within it for the little wife needed DO bread now and happiness she had.
 And the great master, with the errat saul. understood and wept.
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In answer to my knock low-toned and sweet voice said, Come in."
 I obeyed. and found myself in the studio of a sculptor.
 She was young and handsome, with q broad brow, a head of exquisite shape and an abundance of sunny brown hair dressed high in careless fashion, which revealed the full beauty of the rounded curves of cheek and throat.
 pear me-" I said to myself, 'T have met several charming bachelor maids but hidden sway here is the flower of the nock."
 The artist came forward and shook hands. and | noticed that. although her lips smiled. her'sweet eyes remained sad.
 "Art for arts sake Is rot enough in this case was the thought that occurred to me, us I took the seat she offered and glanced around me at her work.
 She had been busy, when interrupted her. upon the kneeiing figure of little child 1t was pretty, very pretty. but there was nohing original or str striking about t. It; have you notT" she said. "rhe editor wrote to me-"
 The paper she mentioned was very keen upon exploiting artistic work done hy women. and I had been commissioned to write about that rising young sculptures, Miss Isobel Le Marrier," and to arrange with her to nave her studio. nefSeif, Anu the subject upon which she was engaged at the moment, photographed for reproduc- ton in the paper.
 I explained my errhnd. but all she said was. T was just going to make tea for myself You will join me, l hope, and then we can talk things over"
 She had given me the impression already that she was not very eager about being made the subject of an article In the Lam bent Flame. but I hoped that l was mis- taken. As a rule the artists whom have had the honor to interview were charmed to give me all the information l required, and made my task as easy as possible by being frank and friendly.
 "Have you been working long at your beautiful artf" I Inquired. as we were en. toying our tea.
 About two years-yes, exactly two years. I was always fond of it. but 1t was --circumstances"-she hesitnted over the word-"that induced me to take It up pro fessionally. I did so long 10 be inde- pendent 70
 Here 1t was agaIn--the desire of the woman for freedom. I began to despair of meeting the girl who was anxious for a strong arm to lean upon.
 And has independence brought you all the delights that you anticlpatedI,' asked. swered. a little too gIIbly and empha tcally, thought. "I work very hard and I am still studying. I have A dear old mother and an cider sister. who live in the Coun- try. but, when l go to see them, they try to persuade me to give 1t all up and to do other things: but when I was quite young vowed that no one should come between me and my art. You understand. do yoh notI and you can say all that in your
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Q e . . Q e c e Q c O Q c c c . . . . M Landry. Editor; thirty years.
 NJ Pufioli. Physician; about forty.
 Tie scene takes place In M. Landry . offiee.
 The editor Is ousying himself Ia the preparation of some beverage. when the door opens and NJ. Pufrioll appears ou the threshold.
 Pufaoll-Are you NJ. Landryr
 Landry-That's my name.
 pufnoli-f am Dr. Pufholi. a Corsicah, and I wish to tell you that I am con. stant reader of your paper.
 Landry-Thank you; but I expect you have something more important than that to tell me. haven't you?
 Pufholi-Yes, sir. In a recent editorial you've said that Corsica Is a nest of ad- venturers: that we Corsicans go all over the world in quest of fortune. but that only few succeed. You also said that even the great Napoleon was nothing more than an adyenturer.
 Landry-To be sure, remember having said something to that effect.
 Pufholi-so, you really t1ink that we Ccrslcans are a lot of adventurers, with Bonaparte at the head, ehr
 LanGry-Er-well. not exactly-a little newspaper joke. you know.
 Puffoli-Do you retract yourself, then !: Landry-why, no. I simply make you 8 little explanation that you may under stand the real meaning of my article. There's nothing in is that can be con- strued as insulting to Corsica or the Corslcans.
 PufaoI-You're mistaken. sir. You have insulted my country and my countrymen. and I've come here to ask 8 full repsra- tion. I represent the corsican colony of Paris and
 Landry-Do you really mean what you say?
 Pufdoll-Eyery word Of it, sir. You must either retract yourself or right. The honor of Corsica demands 1t.
 Landry-well, if what you wish is to fight, I will accommodate you.
 PufGon-It's agreed. I'll send you my seconds this afternoon.
 Laudry-Verv well, sir.
 PuffoM (cxaminlng the contents of the glass In which Landry has prepared his beverage)-WhRt's the matter, are you sick?
 Landry-Only a little: a light attack of dyspepsia: but 1t makes no difference and will not Interfere with our duel. Puffoli-Iou should not take that stun, sir. It will do you more harm than good. Landry. dron!callr)-I thank you very much for your interest.
 Pufaoli-I am a doctor. you know. and I can't bear the sight of man destroy Ing his system with all these homemade remedies. Be kind enough to give nIe a sheet of paper, pen and ink.
 Landry-with pleasure. What are you
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1 e . . Q e Q . R = = = - - v V v V S-' -Ew understood him He was reserved and gloomy, as most geniuses are; people thought his reserve indifer- ence; his gloom. subtIcness. and let him alone. In his eyes they saw the Hash of dauntless spirit; they called 1t pride, and
 In little attic. all day long. sometimes ali night loag, he toiied- siowy; hi. s,,ss and in the darkness saw things beaatiful be yond the comprehension Of the uninspireo he opened his eyes and paintsesdIpa,nsec ss an1se {, and the world, the stupid world, would not see the beauty and the wonder of his work, 50 that oftentimes there was no bread m Snnury, Then. with a feverishness in his ton harder than ever. saying to himself. derstand'F; and the giri wife. twlning white arms about him, would say, "A little while. and they will sec But the stupid world
 And with the Spring there came trou- blesome time, when money was scarce among the people then those who bought of the peor artist housht no sS, mors; ore aud % the ana lilies bioomed on her cheeks where the roses once were but her eyes were the serne sweet. wonderful eyes, dwelling ever ss me soft, spiritual voice--comforting him. in inc fair Spring twilight she would come fo him, and Clasp her arms-her poor thin arms-about his neck, murnuring again and nfe--fhey VIII undersfand." and with a Strange huskiness In his voice he would snswrr. .Aye, they shall see" Ard fAe tender. merciful twilight. would stoop and S,Se the tears upon her cheeks. and the gentle, wistfui longing of the patient brown eyes.
 rsirf -, .t nicture which was to be so beautiful that even the stupid world would marvel at It, and msrveiiinE, would see all the ex- snisite pathos, and the unutterable tea
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At9 Q . Q . . 4 2 - v '~i'-' V V V V. '- V They called her the shepherdess. Re memberins this. the Man of the Wor.d puckered his eyebrows and tracked his brains" for something to say. It sudden ly occurred to him, that as president Of the club he had s duty to perform.
 "Your nrosramme Is fullr he Inquired. Too full !'' she replied.
 The president lookcd surprised.
 "Aircady !'' he exclaimed.
 .Yes." came the answer. 'One name too many on the list "
 The Man of the World began to feel inter- ested. ..Is it against yoar principles to skip dancesT' he asked.
 skip dances
 sse looked dismsyed.
 He began to feel awkward. ..I mean" ne commenced slowly, would xoo nina very much giving me that dancef'
 "No, at all .'
 What number is it7'
 First extra--just after this
 s.t may have it-realiyr
 "why noti Why should keep dance for A man who asked for 1t merely from . sense of dutyr' Tn. president cast quick sideiong glance at the girl with whom he was sit ling out a dance. He felt relieved as he realized that the thrust about duty" was not intended for his own special beneht!
 They call hin the enthusiast, do they notY' she inquired, pointing to the name over which the man was scribbilng some thing.
 "yes." he replied absently.
 "I come from a place where duty dances are unknown" she said quietly.
 You gre wishing yourself back there. believe !" vrntured the president.
 Not at this moment'
 ,"And they can her . shepherdcss," the man thought to himselt)
 "Tell me about that land" ho said sIoud.
 what shall tell your You might not understand v
 Try me v
 well there Is not much that [ can tell you. It is all so different from your world.
 How do you kuowr Perhaps l have a world of my own. apart from all this :" He glanced about the clubhouse ballroom.
 Perhaps! You mean scme--dream- landT
 "Perhsps, Most people enter paradise sf that Kind occasionally"
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 derness of it. This time he was confident picture grew beautiful and yet more beautI. ful, and the girl wife, gazing upon 1t with large, wide.open eyes, said: Tt Is beauti- tuiA,Peautful and the world will see IL is beautifulf and, like an echo, his husky voice answered, Tt must-it shall see" But as yet, the world saw not, nor understood.
 Once, while he was working. n little brown bird came to the window and perched there and sang a song so beautiful that the girl wife with tears in her eyes said Tt Is promise" and the artist ceased his work for a moment and, twining the soft hair of the girl wife about his fingers. listened, and, listening, marvelled at the beauty of the song even as the world which he painted and he kissed the calm brow of the girl wife. and gazeJ Into her sweet brown eyes, reading there a love deathless and more beautiful than his pic. ture; then, comforted, he worked again. And the little brown bird. lifting his wings. flew away.
 Another tireiess day and the painting was finished. There would be bread for the little wife and happiness. he said but she, following him to the door, and throwing white arms about him. kissed his lips, saying: ''I am happy already And 90. bearing the love kiss upon hls lips and the beautiful painting beneath bis sunlight and the world, the stupid world, gazed upon the pale. proud man with the beautiful picture, but he hecie't not it's gaze, saying to himself, ''1 will take it to him-to the great master--he will know and understand that it is beautifui." So. straight on he went toward the mansion. toward the great tall. magnificent mansion st the end of the street; on, past the bronse moved. all the while saying to himsslf; 'he will know and understand, and thefe will be bread--bread for the little wife--and hap pipess."
 And the great master within the man sion, gaz,ng upon the wonderful picture, inaryelled. saying. "Lel 1t Is Beauty; it is Art. 1t is Gsaiss" pzt the poay artist
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aoQooepoooap soooooov aooo oooooa-oao The Honor of Corsica.
By l.. Hipolito Lucas.

c . . oo Q . . Q QOo Q Q Q Q c c 600 going to writef the conditions of our duel Isn't 1t sol
 Pufnor-No. sir; I am going to write prescription for your dyspepsia.
 Landry-lndeed.
 Pufholi-of course. we will 90 ahead with our duel Just the same. The honor of Corsica demands that either you or I should die.
 Landry-An right. sir.
 Puffoii--Here's my prescription It Is medicine Invented by me and very It, tie known. Yet 1t Is absolutely the best for all gastric troubles. advise yca 10 take 1t and you will soon regain your health.
 Landry-Many thanks, but to return to our duel; what weapon do you choosei
 Pufhuli-PistOls It is my favorite weapon and so far it has given me excel lent results ln all my duels. It's but fair killed three men on the field of honor.
 I.andry-rhe deucel But if 1 am de- stined to oe your fourth victim. lis it ise of my 0 5iny @ yosr ,Nndic,pn waSt m oe tue Prfhoti-Oh. l nay only be able to shoot. but not Sill you, and then, while sSII, nursing yonr wound y9u could take my great Improvement in your digestive or ganS.
 l.andry-I think you're right. follow?
 Landry-None.
 puff"li-Yoa'Ts wronE: Let me see tpssqe lSS nSa sse 0aS eA Anf is of order. sir. can see that you driuk with e&cess anl that you observe no method met ns ,nn.,, in tss,ins your meals You are seriptlon without delay and quit eating diet. And, I've nothing sise to tell you you.
 Landry-ohe niomeht doctor: how is t that such a wonderful medlcament as yours Is practically unknownt puffSii-Toa,rs Si, lust nit the question; widely known. but 1 am poor, you know. and haven't got the means to advertise t properly, If could only find some nbout the wonderful curative properties of my invention 1t would not be lohg be. fore 1t would become C household neces- could do T more in that line @ than n; Hybody Sd else. if you would only refer to my medicine in one of your articles, 1t would soon become universally known. and
 Landry-I have no objection to that. about your medicine, and will write
 Pufboli-Is it truer Win you be SC good Oh. thanks a million thanks. sir.
 shali s5sy meyer ,n sGsget 6 t6is ssrEice conie'
 Landry-With pleasure, my dear doe tor-but what about our dueif What about the honor of Corsicaf
 FufEoli-The honor of Corsica! Bah. accept your explanations Let us for get ali about that. The honor of Cor rica pooh. pooh! What do we care about sn"h irlacs as that. Good morning, my
 Landry-osSd morning. my dear doc.
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A Duty Dance.
By Edith St. l.. Wilson.

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A Sister-in-Law.
By Ge ae Knapp,

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Watauga Democrat. [volume] (Boone, Watauga County, N.C.) 1888-current, 1906-12-20

Noting that several counties in
the State will ask for special leg
islation permitting them to tax
dogs, the Lenoir News wants
Caldwell county to join the list.
A tax OF one dollar a head on
male dogs and two dollars on fe-
male dogs, it says, would yield a
snug sum for the school fund.
Such a tax is all right, thinks the
Clarkton Express, but does not
60 far enough, Our Clarkton con
temporary wants bachelors tax
ed also. Its courage, in the opin-
ion of The Observer, is beynnd
all praise. Not only would it al
ienate the dog vote, by far the
largest in the State, but the by
no means inconsiderable bache
lor vote also. We admire j t s
nerve but reject it as q counsel
or.-Charlotte Observer.