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0ALF 5o?r STORY
The Man on the Pedestal
prom Mentone and Monte Car
lo, from Stirling castle and the
Prater and the Blarney stone,
from all the great and quaint
show places of the old world way,
I returned across the sea to the
place of my nativity, to see Oor
inne Barth. Miss Barth was re
puted beautiful as.'any Olympian
goddess, and once upon a time
her father had cornered eggs or
wheat or butterb'eans and amass
ed a decent fortune.- My friends
had cabled me. .home, declaring
it the golden chance of a lifetime.
Some reckless persons had sung
my praises in the lady's ears-. It
.was the boldest attempt at match
making; but from what I had
heard I was very glad to leave the
Riviera for the golden chance.
As for Miss Barth well, I should
see her on the morrow. In the
meanwhile I must be amused. My
eye encountered the sign: "Bon
atelli's Museum of .Wonders in
After a bit I found myself wish
ing to be back in the Casino
grounds of his highness of Mon
aco or at the dainty feet of Miss
Barth, heiress. Then I saw the
Some worthy ancient had
grown dingy in service. They
had rempved ljim to be cleaned.
His blue and yellow robe lay in a
heap in the corner. Moved by a
mad whim I threw the garish
toga about my shoulders, remov
ed my hat and stepped jn the ab
sent wax man!s place. No one
had seen. I frowned like Vulcan
hen-pecked, and waited.
The first to observe was a tof
of 7. ''See the old, uggy man
mommer!" he shrieked-
I cannot say that I was greatly
enjoying myself. I relaxed my
countenance and endeavored to
smile. I had no sooner twisted
my face into this pleasant Tepose
than af bevy of charmipg young
women, with -a' group' of small
children and a dragon of a chap-J
erone, hove into sight. They gathr
ered around and scrutinized me;,
consulting the catalogs.
"What a large, hideous nose!"?
observed a girl. "It is probably
one of tW harpies."" '
"Nonesense !" said the prettiest
"Napoleon had a big nose. I think,
the figure is yery commanding."
As the others looked at her I,
squared up my figure tremend
ously. I was sorry that I could,
not fold my arms like the Little
Corporal. She was decidedlv the
pretiest girl I have ever seen.
"Note the gross, carnal fea-.,
tures," said the old dragon. "If
they were not so hideous I should,
say'it was Bacchus."
"Hideous nothing!" spoke up
my champion. "They are indeed
godlike. But more like Mars or
Apolus." How my heart warmed
to her! How
I felt a sharp, excruciating pain.
One of the urchins terrible had
stolen behind and amusing him
self by thrusting a pin into my.
leg. I stood the pain stoicially,
but prabably I winced. The old
dragon-chaperone drew closer
and stared. I think she was sus-