Bryan daily eagle and pilot. [volume] (Bryan, Tex.) 1909-1918, 1912-04-11
The Pine Of the Indian Maiden
[From A. & NJ. Battalion.l

whom | was looking in room with
many others. AS / entered there was
a hearty laugh as one Of them brought
his story to close. They asked me
to have seat, and then it was the
little Frenchman's turn.
Gentlemen" he said, "I'll tell you
how / happen to be in Texas. 1t is a
queer story, and the more SO because
he of whom / will speak was once a
student of this very college.
81 was student in the Paris art
galleries when met him, and so was
he--I a student of painting, he OF
sculpture. All! his fingers were those
of an artist. Every piece of clay he
touched seemed to come forth liv-
ing, breathing thing. Indeed, he was
the wonder and admiration of all
Paris. AT last was the whisper,
there is another Phidios.
Il first noticed him one day in the
salon of the NJ. DeAnder as he fash
toned a truly living, breathing bison.
Such an artist. Every pressure of his
delicate fingers and line OF the beast
was formed-a perfect beast, charg-
ing madly over some Western plain.
And it was bison. No man who had
not lived among them could put such
life into clay, and it flashed upon me
that he must be an American. AS
watched him-watched that beast
emerge from clay at the touch of his
hands--he pulled at beautiful pipe;
puffed huge wreaths of curling smoke
into the air, and never did he seem to
know that there was a world other
than his study.
"He had not been among us long
before | knew that his name was
Pipes; and there was whisper that,
though he was the best artist Of us
all, he was the son of cattle king
in that great stretch of country that
lay in the southwestern United
States, and which was known as
Texas. Finally, / was introduced to
him. Bit by bit We formed friend
ship, and one day he invited me to
his rooms.
And, gentlemen, those rooms! and
especially the one he called his den.
Truly, IT WAS A DEN. AS entered
gazed in bewilderment. 1t was beauti-
fully furnished, but that was not it.
Those walls: huge bison heads with
glaring eyes stared down upon me;
and horns, long and nicely polished,
were studded to the walls; coiled
lariats wove themselves from horn to
horn and dangeld downward. And
pipes! There were hundreds, and they
were arranged in such harmony. Such
a decoration had never seen before.
On one wall was an immense red ban
ner with the words Texas A. & M. c.
diagonally across it, At each corner
was the head of a bson-wild-eye
and staring, and from the horns
dangled neatly coiled lariats. Each
border was fringed with pipes-all so
different-bowls downward. Over all
that room fringing each head and
horn; hanging from the lariats; and
arranged in neat rows around the
walls-all so nicely arranged, were
hundreds of them, and not one like
another. In the center of the den
was a table and on it's exquisite COW
ering there was a complete smoking
outfit. Down the center was long
line of pipes of ever description, and
truly the most beautiful that | had
ever seen-all arranged so neatly,
bowls turned in the same direction.
And there was tobacco, too, plenty Of
it, and of all brands All such a room
had never seen before-that great
red banner, and the staring bison
heads, and the lariats, and the horns,
and above ALL the myriads of pipes,
all so neatly arranged, bowls in the
same direction. no matter where
placed. I could but utter gasp of
admiration, and saw look of pride
flash into his handsome face.
81 praised and admired those heads
and those horns, and asked many
questions but it was when | marveled
at his pipes that he was most pleased.
He stepped to a small drawered cabi-
net and pulled forth drawer after
drawer of pipes-every one beauty
and all so different so neatly ar
ranged in those cushioned recep-
tacles, bowls in the same direction.
At last, when it seemed he had taken
dozens of drawers out, we took seats,
and he asked if would smoke. l took
a cigarette and he chose a long
stemmed beauty from those on the
table; filled it full, and as we chatted
he blew long curls that floated list
lx..I., oh0,,f him