Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 24, Number 20, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 11 November 1893 — Page 3

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Out of the Jaws of Death.

Continued from Second Page. who Brought it took me back to the court. Taras was standing at the door, and I saw by the light in his fac#t that he had good news for me. "The men are living," be said as I passed him.

The magistrate had just taken his seat when I was led into the dock. He re-

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.from putting any questions, but

spoke to me at some length in a tone of ^J^ff'severity. The tone was all I heard, for my

^thoughts were wholly occupied with conjectures as to the course Taras would take -Jn the future. It mattered very little to me whether I went to prison or returned to jrach an existence as I had hitherto led in ,, Bhadwell. The more important question was whether Taras would come sometimes lo give me a kind look, or whether having

Aone so much he would feel himself reteased from any further concern for my welfare and so leave me to my fate. These speculations were broken off by the warder. "Come on down," said he, touching my arm. "Don'tyou hear? You're discharged."

I left the dock, and another'"remand" took my place. Taras beckoned me, and taking me out the court put me in the cab waiting there. I did not catch the address he gave to the driver, but to my great joy he stepped up and seated himself beside me. "Are ye goin to take me back to Shadwell P" I asked. s. t- \, "No," said be "we mu'tft flnd' a better world than that." "The Minories?" I asked, with a recollection of the fair haired woman*

He shook his head and said: -1 "You must forget all that is past, for you have to begin anew life, little friend."

CHAPTER VIII, W TARA8.

The cab stopped on the Albert embankment nearly opposite Lambeth bridge. Taras stepped out anrt gnvo me his baud a* if I were a lady. The dingy old house before us bad been a shop. Taras took it for the view it commanded of the river and turned it into a dwelling house. What had been the shop front was draped with French muslin curtains within, drawn back behind a shelf, ou which stood some pots of bright flowers.

While Taras was paying the cabman one of the curtains was pulled aside, a face appeared for a moment, and the next minut-e the door opened, and Mere Lucas stood there looking, to xny eyes, as strange as the window from which she had first peeped out. She was so stout that she quite filled up the doorway, and her proportions were the more noticeable for a big apron of dazzling whiteness worn over her blue cotton dress. On her head was an equally dazzling kind of a cap I had never seen before, elaborately goffered, with the strings carefully tied in a fine broad bow under her double chin. There was a pretty wave of silvery hair growing low on her forehead, ond then came her great broad face, with its expression of healthy cheerfulness, not less remarkable to the eyes of an east ender than the spick and span neatness and cleanliness of her dress. 4% ,?c:

The ext. minute the do or opened, and Mere Lucas stood there.

Her flue dark eyes looked an if they might flush at timeswith passionate anger, but the lines about them were pleasant traces left by mirth, and her long upper lip and broad mouth seemed made for laughter ami good cheer. Her habitual geniality, however, was less obvious just then, for she scanned me with a distinctly unfavorable eye, and her pursed lips showed that sho disapproved of her master bringing home such a visitor. Had I been well dressed, or only tolerably good looking, it. would have been Another thing. But phe respected and loved Taras too well to let him read her dissatisfaction, and drawing back into the passage as he led me in she received us .with a profound bow and opened the door of the adjoining room. "This is my housekeeper, Mere Lucas," •aid Taras to me as he entered, and turning to her he spoke a few words in French which caused her to gasp an exclamation of astonishment aa she clasped her hands together. Then, after regarding me for moment in silence and round eyed wonder, she addressed me to her unintelligible language, but 1 understood her tone of apology acid self reproach, and the tremulous emotion in her full lips and the affectionate warmth in her soft eyes fully atoned for any hostility she might at first have shown. Finally, as if by an ungovernable impulse, she seized me by the shoulders ana my embrace before leaving the room, "Pauvre cherie, val"

planted a couple of sounding kisses on cheeks, saying as she gave me one last

I remember that phrase because for some time after she never looked at me without repeating it In the same tone of compassion. Indeed, with my thinness and careworn ex prw*ion, I must bare teemed to the eyes of the fat jolly soul deplorable indeed,

We were in the-room which had been the shop. It was low oeiUnged, but large and very light and bright, by reason of the long window, with the white muslin curtains, the flower* and many pictures hong upon the painted walla. But that which astonished me greatly was the surprising neatness and cleanliness of everything, for really tltis was the first time in my life that I had ever seen the Inside of a decent room, and next to this the table, which was laid for lunch, excited my wonder.

There was a vase of cut flowers In the middle of the spotlcm tablecloth, and in the plate set for Taras stood a small loaf, set up in a white serviette which would have made me laugh tf I had not been ao perplexed by the strangeness of thing The quantity of food also quite ludicrous too. It was the ordinary fcoutfor dingey and. prepared

for the repast of a great, hearty man,lva8 a box of sardines, a plate of radishes arid some butter, and Mere Lucas brought nothing more, except a cover for me and a bottle of wine, which she stood on a small silver plate.

We sat down,, and seeing Taras take the loaf out and spread the serviette over his knees I did the same, though it seemed to me about the oddest thing in the world, and then he passed tbe sardines for me to help myself. I could very well have eaten all the little fishes there were in the box, but out of consideration for him who was three times as big as me, I only took about a quarter of the contents, and I also took about a quarter of the number of radishes but I could not help looking at Taras in surprise when he took but two sardines ttrid only three or four radishes. "Well, however does he live?" I asked myself. "May I fill your glass?" be asked, taking up the bottle, "or would you like beer instead?" "I ain't partie'lar," I said "winde's good eqopgh for me."

The wine fiaade me shudder. "Four-half" was nectar in comparison with such sour stuff, I thought. However, I gulped it down and said nothing, not to appear too nice. I had scraped out my plate and was screwing up my courage to tell Taras that I would finish up the box if he didn't want any more, when Mere Lucas bustled in, whisked off our plates, knives and forks, and set others in their place, though the cutlery was as bright and clean as if it bad just come from the makers. Then she placed a steaming dish on a stand. "Come," said I to myself, "here's duff to fill up with at any rate."

But I found that it was a savory dish macaroni an gratin I know now—and that was not half bad, besides which there was plenty of it, and to my great relief Taras took all that I left. Then in came another dish—cutlets with paper frills around the bones, and potatoes frothed up in a fashion as odd as everything else, and by this titpe I began to wonder when this sort of thing waa going to end. However, there was no more to eat except fruit after that, for which I was thankful, as my appetite was fully,satisfied, and I did not like to refuse lest Taras should think I was displeased with my food. But the oddity of the whole meal was capped by Mere Lucas bringing in a large bright pot after dessert and filling two small cups with hot coffee, which we had to drink without milk. "I usually smoke a pipe with my coffee," said Taras. "Do you object?" "Garni" replied. "It ain't likely."

He filled his pipe slowly in grave silence, and I watched him, trembling with anxiety,' for I felt that he was about to decide my fate. He had not yet spoken a word with regard to my future, waiting until my bodily needs were satisfied and my mind was in a better condition to grasp fresh ideas before opening a subject wtich to him at least was of such weighty importance. ."I have been very silent," he said after lifting his eyes and regarding me for a moment, with kindly solicitude, "because I have had a great deal to settle in my own mind. But that is settled now, and if you like WB will talk about"—be turned bis chair round so as to face me and added, after a silent puff at his pipe—"about tomorrow," "Tomorrer!" I echoed. "What's a-goin to happen then?" "That is what we must try to decide. Tomorrow at 9 o'clock I shall go to the pottery where I work" "You ain't a-goin to send me away till 9 tomorrer mornin?" said I joyfully. "No. Mere Lucas will take care cf you tonight. Have you any notion what you shall do after?" "Yes," I replied resolutely. "I made my mind up to it while I was in the station 'us. I shall go back to Shadwell. 'Tain't no good. I got to live and face it out like the rest on us. And I can't get a livin where I ain't known. I'll go back to the Joy. Dessay I'll get off with a punch or two. Then Putty'll come round and give me a job, 'cause he knows I don't nick the beer nor the coppers." "I think I must ask one question. Are you related to that man in any way?" "Not me. I don't'member ever havin no relatives." "He is not even a friend?" "I told you I ain't got no friends—not one. If I had, do you think I should ha' gone and done what I did down there in the meshes Greenwich way?"

He shook bis head. Then, after a pause, heaskedmeif I thought I could do something better than go back to the old life. "No," said I. "I can't think of nothing else as I'm fit. for and as would do me better. Can you?" "Yes," he replied, laying down his pipe, and leaning forward with a new light flashing in his deep, earnest eyes he continued: "I can think of something much better. You are fitter for anew iife than the old."/ "Yott don't mean an institootion?" 1 asked, chilled to the heart with the dread that he should think me worse even than I waa as I recollected the proposals with regard to living a new life made by the missionary who visited me in the station house cell. "No, I do not mean anything of the sort," he replied, with a flash of angry repugnance in his eyes. "On the contrary, I am thinking of removing you from all associations witb the world you have lived in and its people—of placing you in a position where nothing shall recall the past—of separating you from previous conditions as completely as if you were to be born again upon another earth. To do that youmust think that your life begins from today that the pari of your life_ in the past has been blotted out. You must abandon all the ways and customs to which you have been used. Even the language, such as it is, that you speak today must be changed for anew one. Every link in the chain that connects you with the past must be broken. You must begin just like a child who has everything to learn. Do you understand me?" "Pm a-gettta at it. Here, it's like as if I'd never been picked up out of the rivwr and was just a-goin straight to hevtng, aint it?"

What is your notion of heavwa?" Well, Pve heered say it's a kinder place where you don't have to do nothin but sit about and enj*y yourself and never want anything more'n youVs got*" "Then it tent at all like that, for you will have more to do than you have done yet awhile, and there will be pain as well as pleasure, and you will never cease to want something better than you have*" "It stands to reason I most do a lot if Fin to learn everything like a kid, and how Pm a-goin to do it*s a Ueker if I aint to •peak my own language." "Learn another.'1

It puttied me to see how this waa to be until, seeing my perplexity, flares said: "We will help you—Mere Locos and

V* "Will you. master?" said I, my W& leaping with delight at the prospect this promise opened. "Ill do just whatever you tell me—as fur as I can. But I ain't

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"That remains to be seen." "I can't write nor nothink." "You will soon learn to write with those long fingers." "But what am I to do for a livin all the time I'm a-learnin?" "It will be time enough to think of that when you have learnt what you can do best. Mere Lucas will always find something for us to eat and drink, and there's a room up stairs which you can have for your8elt" •••.

"Whatl" I exclaimed. ^"Here! Ain't you goin to send me away from this place?" "Not while you wish to stay."

I conld not help it. Something rose in my heart and seemed to choke me with a joy too great to bear—the tears would come to my eyes. However, I tried to hide them from him, and turning away as if to look around the room I said as clearly as emotion would let me: "f shall have to be awful neat and nice if I am to live in such rooms as this here." "I daresay you will find Mere Luc£3~a severe teacjity: jji that matter."

rrAnd,"

I heard his name then tor t.he first tiru and it seemed as strange and uncommon a any part of this new life. "Taras," I repeated. What is my nami' to be?" "Why, to be sure, you must have a new name. And then after searching for a min ute or two in silent thought he said: think we will call you Aura. ItJ is pleasant to the ear, and it has a pretty signifi cance."

I know now that Aura is a diminutive form of a word that means the nymph or second state of the chrysalis before it takes wings. be on in N W

AKT AND INDUSTRY.

AN ADDRESS DELIVERED TO WORKMEN BY MR. GLADSTONE.

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The Distinction Between Fine Art and Utility—Every Industrial Art, However, May Partake of the Character off 'a Fine

Art—Lessons From Greece. Mr. Gladstone was present at the Agricultural hall in Islington to distribute the

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rizes gained at the national workmen's ex and delivered along speech on art and industry, in the course' of which he said:

When we speak of fine art, we speak principally of what is dissociated fromdi rect and immediate utility. I do not mean that painting, sculpture, musio, for exam ile, have not utility belonging to them tat it is utility standing in a different relation to the work of art from that utility which characterizes the objects which are exhibited in this building. But let me impress this. I think it is aprincipleof broad application and great importance. Every industrial art, almost without exception, if not altogether, can be brought to partake of the character of a fine art. Now, this ifc principle of vast consequence and one which requires to be inculcated, because when you labor upon objects which have a palpable, direct and obvious utility the element of beauty which ought to attach to all productions in general is apt to be undervalued and placed altogether out of view.

I should not like to mention any country in the world which has been distinguished by ugliness in its industrial productions. It would be a very invidious office to undertake. But tmdoubtedly there arecountries which are less distinguished for uniting beauty with convenience than other countries, both present and in former times. But who are the great teachers in this respect? If you want to define them, you must go back a long way. You may learn much from modern countries you may learn much from the countries in the western Mediterranean of the period of tho later middle age.'

If you want to go to the fountain head, you must go to that small peninsula which was inhabited by the Greeks. Youmust go to a small part of that peninsula—to the small city of Athens. It is from her artists that in the year 1898 and in the coming years you will have to leam all the most profound, all the most important lessons which are to be learned by those who desire to elevate industry into the regions of art by uniting together beauty and conven ience. It may seem to be a strange thing, an obsolete idea. But if you choose to leave it obsolete and forgotten, I see nothing else for it.

But what I mean is that for those who desire to see useful things made beautiful the means of reviving that old discipline are still at band, and if you want to see what it did in former times you have nothing to do but to go into institutions or exhibitions containing utensils which have been recovered perhaps from the bowels of the earth. Then, not accidentally, not in particular cases, but as a general rule, in older to make a thing usefuj the Greeks never found it necessary to make it ugly. To a great extent in modern times we suppose ourselves to be very free from superstition, and often on occasions when we are not a bit more free from superstition than those who have gene before us we should find that we have only changed the form of it.

But there are many who believe that in the case of industrial productions itisaloes of time and plans to think about giving to them a character of beauty. It is this falsehood which we ought if w« can to tear up by the roots. Let us reply to those who tell us so that, on the contrary, the whole history of Grt»k art is a demonstration of the truth of that important and ewential principle. Now what is very curious isthisthat in Greece the affiee&or at all events a contemporary phenomenon of that sacred wedding—if I may so call It—between industry and beauty is that the idea is more fruitful and mote abundant than in any otber country in the world.

Amosl remarkable instance of this has occurred quite recently. In the streets of St is?*

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still keeping my head turned, "I

got to be awful good if I'm to be"—-here another sob choked me for a moment or two —"a friend like of yours. It'll be dreadful long 'fore I learn enough for that." "That's the easiest lesson of all," said he. '"There's only one rule to remember if you would be good, and that rule governs rich and poor, witty and simple, all human beings from one end of the earth to the other. It is Bimply to be honest and treat me and others as you would have me and others 'to treat you."

Could that be all? I asked myself. Could that rule alone make him so good to me? It took me along while to realize that the practice of this simple doctrine made him so admirable. "And now, little friend," said he taking up bis pipe and lighting it again, "as the general idea seems pretty clear, let us come to' practical particulars. What shall we do this atfernoon for a beginning?" "Whatever you tell me to do I'll try and do it, master." "Call me Taras. That is my name."

street boys figures about lO inches or afoot in height of the human frame made of burned clay, which attracted the attention of some men of practiced eye, who recognized that thfey were of exquisite beauty They began to purchase them. More figures appeared, 'more buyers appeared, and at last the collectors in France, in England and in other places began to be anxious to range these figures among their art objects. The figures were found in the tombs of Tana&ra, a second rate city in a second rate province of Greece, in Bceotia, which was known as the most stupid, I would rather say the least clever and distinguished, of all the provinces of Greece. Think what must have been the abundance of the sense of beauty and the power of producing beauty in visible form among a people which could afford to throw into the tomb? of a second rate people of a second rate city in a second rate state those objects which people are now glad to abstract from them and exhibit in the choice cases of the Louv^gprthe British museuip!

There is one won^erful art, gentlemen, which I will mention—the beautiful art of -bookbinding. It is one which has been scarcely noticed. Books are wonderful things, wonderful above all with respect to what I may call the soul of the book, the words that it contains and the ideas which the words convey. But there is also, supposing there were no soul, the manufacture of the book historically recorded—the production of the book considered as a marketable, material object That the production of the manuscript in early times before the invention of printing, the beautiful and wonderful character of the early printing, and sometimes even now in this degenerate century in later printing, the mere impression of the letters on the page, may be carried toward the character of a high art and a fine art is a thing which people do not generally dream of.

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