Judsonia weekly advance., 1921-08-25
Condensation by {. Paul Revere Frothinuhan

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 capitol at Rome. Three of them multaneously struck by a resemblance between one of the antique statues and a young Italian, the fourth mem Der of their party.
 You must confess, Kenyon" said dark-eyed young woman, whom her friends called Miriam, that you nev- CT chiSeled out of the marble a more vivid likeness than this. Our friend, Donatello, is the very Faun of Prax- iteles Is it not true, Hilda?"
 Not uite-almost-yes, I really think so," replied Hilda, slender New England girl, whose perception of form was singularly clear.
 "Donatello," said Miriam, "you are a veritable Faun. Shake aside those brown curls and let us see whether this resemblance includes furry ears"
 'No, no! dearest Signorina," an swered Donatello, you must take my ears for granted" and he lightly tripped beyond the reach of her ex- tended hand, only a moment later to come close to her and look into her face with appealing affection.
 You have bewitched the poor lad,' said the sculptor laughing. "That is a way of yours. 1 see another of your followers behind yon pillar, and his presence has aroused Donatello's wrath"
 They had emerged from the palace, and there, partly concealed by pillar in the portico stood the wild figure of bearded man.
 Miriam" whispered Hilda, "it is your model"
 Miriam's model, as Hilda called him, had suddenly appeared a few weeks previously when the four friends were visiting one of the Catacombs. In the dark depths of the earth, amid the labyrinth of passageways, Miriam had been lost. Guided by the shouts of the others she lad finally reappeared ac- companied by this strange and un- couth creature. And from that time on he continued constantly to haunt her footsteps, disappearing perhaps for days only to return and glide like 9 shadow into her life. What holC he had on her or she on him remriuea unknown, enhanc'og the mystery si- ready deep, which hung about this beautiful woman.
 One of Miriam's friends took the matter sadly to heart. This was the light-hearted, faun-like Italian count, who seemed such a child of nature. He cherished against the mysterious stranger one of those instinctive an- ripathies which the lower animals sometimes display.
 In the Medici Gardens the unwel- come creature had appeared among the trees just as DoLatello was declaring his love far F'r.am. q hate him." muttered Danatello as he caught sight of the sinister figure. "Be se,isfied; I hate him, too" said Mirialh. Where upon Donatello had offered to clutch hin by the throat, that they might be rid of him forever; and the woman had difficulty in restraining the gentle youth, whose hitherto light-hearted na- ture seemed suddenly suffused with rage.
 But it was otherwise a few nights later On a moonlight ramble that a company of artists were enjoying among tho ruins of old Rome. The four friends were of the party which, after visiting many places, climbed the 1 Capitoline hill and stood on the Tar | T4 hr-a Ior l parapet. They all bert over the rail 1 ing and looked down. Miriam and Don atello stood together gazing into the moon!it depths. They were so ab- sorbed with :he scene and with each other that they Gi1 not notice the de- parture of their friends Hilda had gone off with Kenyon, who had drawn her quietly away, and the others had departed in twos and threes, leaving Miriam behind alone with the Italian But not entirely alone. Hilda had gone but short way with the sculptor when she missed her friend and turned back. She reached the paved court yard with the parapet just in time to witness unnoticed 8 tragic scene. Out of the shadows the familiar figure oi Miriams persecutor had appeared and approached her. There was a strug gle beginning and ending in one breath less instant Along with it was loud fearful cry which q livered upward through the air and sank quiveriE: downward to the earth. Then 6, lencc! Poor Hilda saw the whol, quick passage of deed which took bu that little time to grave itse.s in th' eternal adarant. She turned and fie' unseen, aid tho lovers were indeed alcne.
 "What have you done?" said Miriam in horror stricken whisper.
 q did what ought to be done to ; traitor" Donatello replied. "what you eyes bade me do as held the wretcl over the precipice."
 The last words struck Miriam like 1 bullet Had her eyes indeed provoked or asse1ted to this deed? She had no