The Prescott daily news., 1909-04-14
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in the hall of a great musician. Be fore attempting anything in marble he decided to work out his idea in some softer material, and consequently had a huge block of chalk brought to the work room. Foulard's dream of which he had told me previous to my matu- tinal visit was that he had seen vivid ly In dream the features of the stat ue he was about to carve. Not only had be seen the features, but the ex- pression of the face and poise of the body were all deeply stamped on his mind.
 Getting on,". cried Foulard, cheer Fly, as he saw me.
 He must have worked all night. The result of his labor was marvellous, and, if one had not known the nature of the material, absolutely incredible. A trife over life-size the statue stood, showing a pure white against the dark background of curtained wall The face was outlined, the sweet con- tours of arms and hands nearly fin shed, the sweeping, enchanting curves of shoulders and breast prac- tically done. Foulard had been won derfully successful in carrying out the idea, so far; already the cold, lifeless chalk expressed his thought in a great degree. He was joyous with the ease of his work and it's gradual culmina- tion, and my involuntary exclamations of delight pleased him greatly.
 "Once 1 finish this to my liking, old boy" he chatted, the real labor at the marble will be comparatively easy; it will be more a process of copying, eliminating errors, and ac- else. l am just going to complete this right arm and hand, then to re-touch the face-as much as l dare.'
 l ensconced myself costly in an easychair with a new magazine We exchanged a few desultory remarks, then Foulard went back to his work and I kent silence, feeling that he would be better at ease without my chatter. He was whistling softly to himself. The only other sounds were the dull blows and scrapes of his chis- els on the chalk, and the soft crunch ing as now and then he stepped on the surrounding fragments
 Suddenly there came a startled cry. almost a scream, from my friend; he dropped his mallet with a crash on he floor, and stumbled blindly across the room to a low settee, upon which he nearly fell I sprang from my seat instantly and rushed toward him. He was trembling violently; the chsel still held in his left hand fell with a clank; his breath came in quick gasps
 Whats the matter, old man?" 1 3s&ed swiftly. fearing he was i'll. Gan get you aaything?'
 'le s,ruy5'e1 to speak for a mo. neEt then at last with my hand on is shoulder. stammered out
 "Raven-go-go--go and look! God! It's human fesh." Fer a moment I thought he was mad; but he still pointed to the statue, and went across to it.
 His last stroke on the right of the 1gure had exposed about three inches of pink delicate, inexpressibly hu- man arm!
 l stood aghast, afraid to touch, afraid eyan to rnQYe. the skin of L.X head creeping, all thought absolutely paralyzed, then l went back to the 5ettee and sat down by the side of Foulard, feeling more than a trine faint. He touched my arm patheti- cally.
 Am lam I mad, old chap" he whispered.
 No, mo-" l answered, pulling my self together; you're all right; it's it's-hang it, let's have some whisky"
 went to the cupboard where Fou- lard usually kept some refreshments, carefully avoiding the statue, and pulling out a bottle and glass poured out little whisky. We both drank some hastily, then looked at one an other more calmly.
 Presently, without a word, Foulard went up to the statue, which We had hardly dared to glance at. I followed him, watching intently. Very gently and with the utmost care he began scrapng and cutting away at the chalk until the whole of a perfect, beautifully symmetrical hand and arm was revealed up to the shoulder. His nerves were steadier. but his excite ment and exultation were tre- mendous; as for me, more than once l was compelled to look round the room at the familiar objects-the