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THE ILLUSTRATED BEE.
1 January 31, 1904. T"E Illustrated Bee. 1 - '' - ... . . m Published Weekly by The Bee Publishing Company, Uee Building, Omaha, Neb. Price, Be Per Copy I'er Year, $i.0O. Kntered at tho Omaha Postofllce as Second Class Mail Matter. For Advertising Hates Address Pub'lslicr. Communications relating to phdngraphn or nrtlclci t"r publication rliniild be cd drcsscd, "Kdltor 111 jslratccl lice, Omaha." Pen and Picture Pointers "TMONO other wonder that WfBturn flk travelers i.rc shown in Japan la , Jr, tho great Matuo of Huddhn nt -ffijiffi. Ko-Tukii-In monastery. Ka- ... r. . .. . ji I I I T - l I III.: III Villa Immense Ini itjo In fIiuvii on the front p iga of this numhrr n n some notion of Its Immensity tun be li.nl by comparing It wllh the figures of Mr. uud Mrs. C. N. Dlctz and Mr. Gould Dlctz of Omaha, who nr ntnnding directly In front of It. Thin one of the nest vein rated Images In Japan, where Image of Buddha arc plentiful, not so much on account of Its Size, but rather for Its history. The Kn inn k lira monastery of the Ko- " Tokiiln (Joilo) sect Is Htuated i short distance, from the village of Hasp, near the, sea const, himI the groU Image Is con sidered one of the most remarkable repre sentations of Buddha Japan has ever pro duced, nn Image so perfect In Its artistic details that It Is regarded iih the culmina tion of the art of bronze canting In Japan. Mr. nnyard Taylor, the great American traveler and writer, nay a In his work, Japan In Our Day, that "the monument dedicated to Diii-Butsu, that Is the Great ltiiddha, may be considered o: the most co-nplcle work of the Japanese gculu in regard to art and the thr religious nt-ntl-ment. It Is a gigantic seated divinity of br nze, with folded hnnds and head gently Inclined In an atltude of contemplative ecntney. There Is an Irresistible nim In tho posture of Dal-Hutmi, in the harmony of his bodily proportions, in the noble sim plicity of his dnipery, and In the calmness and serenity of the countenance." $ Hero Is a short history of the temple and statue, taken from Japanese sources: "There ban been u temple In (hi place Inee the eighth century, 1 ut the image Is of a much later date. Ita incise history In Involved In obscurity. Tradition, how ever, says that the rhogun Yorltoino, when taking part In the dedication of the re stored Dal-Hutnu at Nura in the sixth year of Kenkyn (ll!)i A. D ), to which place he had been summoned by the emperor to su pervise the ceremony, conceived the desire of having a similar object of w rshlp at his own capital, but died before he could put the plan Into execution. One of his wait ing ladles, Itano nn Tsubone, undertook to collect funds for the purpose, and resigned her appointment, and with the (ordlal ap proval of Mnsago (th relict of Yorltoino) and tho nhogun Yoritsugn, worked with such devotion of heart that In tho first year of (icn-rdn (1214 A. D.) the priest Joko (who had collected money far and wide), with the permission of tho em- leror, wan enabled to commence the first iniigu (which was of wood), and It was completed In the ilr,t year of Heklnln (U38 A.- !.). A splendid chapel was also con structed here In tho first year of Kwan-' pen (I -4a A. 1 ). In tho it nt u in ik of the sec ond year of llojl (11-18 A. D.) the c he pel was overthrown by a mighty storm, and the Imiiff ntriously damaged. Again Itano no ThiiIkjiio licntlrrcd herself In the work, being usvistcd by the nhogun I'rince Mune taka, who provided the metal to cast a bronze Image and restored the temple to all Its former splendor. "Thu image was commenceil In the fourth year of Kencho, tho eighth mouth and seventeenth day, and the founder was Ono to-ro-ye-mon, an artificer of Yunamura, In the county of Mixta, province of Kudzusa. ''This was the flint time that such a mar velous piece of metal work had bc-n thus successfully undertaken In Japun, and the perfect artistic munlery of form and true beauty and grandeur of outline which char acterize (iihi'i masterpiece Is a wonderful triumph of Japuneno glyptic art. "The temple was completely destroyed by atormn twice, once In the second year of Keinmu (1335 A. 1).) and once In the second year of Oau (13(9 A. I).), but was repaired. Again In the fourth year of Mei-o (1495 A. I) ) the buildings were swept away by n tidal wave, but thin time the priests were unable to raise funds for their restoration, and only the Imuge and the stone founda tions of the church were left. "In Hie period of Shotoku till 1-17:5 A. D ) a Buddhist archbishop named Yuten rebuilt the priest's residence, and a certain Nojima TasiiHuke furnished money liberally and presented votive bronze lanterns and vail oun ornaments to the church, but the funds failed and the work of complete restoration Was abandoned." Some notion of the great size of this tatue may be obtained from the following measurements: Feet. Inches. Height 49 7.C0 Circumference 97 2.20 length of face g 6 15 Width from ear to ear 17 s.20 Hound white boss on forehead... 1 3 47 Ij-ugth of eye 3 Jt.fr) length of eyebrow 4 J.M length of car 6 fi.51 Ijength of nose S 9.2a Iength of mouth 3 2.0$ Height of bump of wisdom 8 52 Diameter of hump of wisdom.... 4) 4.50 Jllght of curls tof which there are K SS Diameter of curls J1.90 length from knee to kneo Si g.40 C'lrouinference of thumb S .... Ttie eyes are cf pure (old, and the silver bona weighs thirty pound, avoirdupois. Tho Image la formed of sheets of bronze, cast separately and braced together. Quit: bed ff oa the ouUlde with the chlseL (Copyright, 1901, by M. Walter Dunne.) f B was dead the bead of a high I r- I tribunal, the upright magistrate, 11 whose Irreiiroachable life wan a MM proverb In all courts of Prance. Advocates. younz counselors. Judges had saluted, bowing low In token of profound respect, remembering that grund face, pale and thin, Illumined by two bright, deepaet eyes. Ho had pasaed Ills life In pursuing crime and In protecting the weak. Bwlnd'crs and murderers had no more redoubtable enemy, for ho seemed to read In the recesses of their bouIm their most secret thoughts. Ho was dead, now, at the age of K2, hon ored by the homage and followed by the rogrets of a whole people. Soldiers In red breeches had escorted him to the tomb, and men In white cravats had shed on his grave tears that seemed to be real. Hut listen to the strange paper found by the dismayed notary In the desk where tho Judge had kept filed the records of great criminals! It was entitled: WHY? June 20, J851 I have Just left court. 1 have condemned Blondel to death! Now, why did this man kill his five children? Frequently one meets with people to whom killing Is a pleasure. Yes, yen. It should be a pleasure the greatest of all, per haps, for la not killing most like creating? To make and to destroy! These two words contain the history of the universe, the history of all worlds, all that Is, aJl! Why Is It not Intoxicating to kill? June 25 To think that there Is a being who lives, who walks, who runs. A being? What Is a being? An animated thing which bears In It the principle of motion and a will ruling that principle. It clings to nothing, this thing. Its feet ore Independ ent on the ground. It Is a grain of life that moves on the earth, and this grain of life, coming I know not whence, one can destroy at one's will. Then nothing noth ing more. It perishes; It Is finished. June 26 Why, then. Is It a crime to kill? Yee, why? On the contrary, it Is the law of nature. Kvery being has the mission to kill; he kills, to live, and he Uvea to kill. The beast kills without ceasing, all day, every Instant of Its existence. Man kills without ceasing, to nourish himself; but since In addition he needs to kill for plea sure, he has Invented the chase! The child kills the Insects he finds, the little birds, all the little animals that cwe In hU way. But this doea not suffice for the Irresistible need of massacre that is in us. It is not enough to kill beasts; we must kill man too. Long ago this need was satisfied by human sacrifice. Now, tho necessity of liv ing; in society has made murder a crime. We condemn and punish the assassin! Hut as we cannot live without yielding to tlila natural and imperious Instinct of death, we relieve ourselves, from time to time by wars. Then a whole nation slaugh ters another nation. It is a feast of blood, a feast that maddens armies and intoxi cates tho civilians, women and children, who road, by lamplight at night, the fever ish story of massacre. And do we deapiso those picked out to accomplish these butcheries of men? No, they are loaded with honors. They are mlad In gold and in resplendent stuffs; they wear plumes on their beads and orna ments on their breasts; r.nd they arc given crosses, rewards, titles of every kind. They are proud, respected, loved by women, cheered by the crowd, solely because their mission Is to shed human blood! They drag through the streets their instruments of death, and the passer-by, clad in black, looks on with envy. For to kill is the great law put by nature In the heart of existence! There Is nothing more beautiful and honorable than killing! Juno 30-To kill Is the law, because Nature loves eternal youth. Bhe seems to cry In all her unconscious acts: "Quick! quick! quick!" The more she destroys, the more she renews herself. July -It must be a pleasure, unique aud full of zest to kill; to piacu before you n living, thinking being; to make therein a little hole, noth ing but a little iiole, and to see that red liquid flow which is the blood, which 1st the life; and then to have before you only a heap of limp fiesh, cold, Inert, void of thought! August 6 I who have passed my life In Judging, condemning, killing by words Jironouticed, killing by the guillotine those who had killed by the knife, if I should do as ull the assassins whom I have smitten have done, I I who would know It? August 10 Who would ever know? Who would ever suspect me, especially if I should choose a being I had no Interest in doing away with? August 221 could resist no longer. I have killed a liltlo creature as an experi ment, as a beginning. Jean, my servant, had a goldfinch In a cage hung In the olllce window. I sent him on an errand, and I took the little bird In my hand. In my hind where I felt Its heart boat. It was warm. I went up to my room. From time to time I squeezed It tighter; Us heart beat faster; it was atrocious and delicious. I was nearly choking it. Hut I could not see the blood. Then I took scissors, short nail scissors, and I cut its throat in three strokes, quite gently. It opened Its bill, it struggled to escape me, but I held It, oh! I held It I could have held a mad dog and I saw tho blood trickle. And then I did as assassins do real ones. I washed the scissors and washed my hands. I sprinkled water, and took the body, the corpse, to the garden to hide it I buried It under a strawberry plant. It will never be found. Kvery day I can eat a strawberry from that plant. How one can enjoy life, when one knows how! My servant cried; he thought his' bird flown. How could he suspect me? Ah! August 25 I must kill a man! I must! August 30 It is done. Hut what a little thing! I had gone for a walk In the forest of Vernea. I was thinking of nothing, literally nothing. See! a child on the road, a little child eating a slice of bread and butter. He stops to see me pass and says, "Good day, Mr. President." And the thought enters my head: "Shall I kill him?" I answer: "You are alone, my boy?" "Yes, sir." "All alone in the wood?" "Yes, lr." The wish to kill him Intoxicated me like wine. I approached him quite softly, per suaded that he was going to run away. And suddenly I seised him by the throat. He held my wrists In his little hands, and hi body writhed like a feather on the Are. Then he moved no more. I threw the body in the ditch, then some weeds on top of it. I returned home and dined welt. What a little thing it was! In the evening I was very gay. light, rejuvenated, and passed the evening at the Prefect's. They found me witty. But I have not seen blood! I am not tranquil. August 31 The body has been discov ered. They are hunting for the assassin. Ah! September 1 Two tramps have been ar rested. Proofs are lacking. September 2 The parents have been to ee me. They wept! Ah! October 6 4Vothing has been discovered. Some strolling vagabond must have done the deed. Ah! If I had seen the blood flow It seems to me I should be tranquil now! October 10 Yet another. I was walking by the river, after breakfast. And I saw, under a willow, a fisherman asleep. It was noon. A spade, as If expressly put there for me, was standing in a potato Meld near by. I took It. I returned; I raised It like a club, and with one blow of the edge I cleft the llMherman's head. Oh! he bled, this one! rose-colored blood. It flowed Into tbe water quite gently. And I went away with a grave step. If I had been seen! Ah! I should have made an excellent assassin. October 25 The affair of the fisherman makes a great noise. His nephew, who fished with him, Is charged with the mur der. October 26 The examining magistrate affirms that the nephew is guilty. Every body in town believes it. Ab! ah! October 27 The nephew defends himself badly. lie had gone to the village to buy 1 read and cheese, lie declares, lie swears that his uncle had been killed in his ab nencc! Who would billeve him? October 28 The nephew has all but con fessed, so much havo they made bitii lone his head! Ah! Justice! November 15 There are overwhelming proofs against the nephew, who was his unclo'8 heir. I shall preside at the ses sions. January 25, 1S32-TO death! to death! to dentil! I have bad him condemned to death! The advocate-general npoke like an ungel! Ah! Yet another! I shall go to see him executed! March 10 It is done. They guillotined him this morning. He died very well! very well! That gave me pleasure! How fine It is to sec a man's head cut off! Now, I shall wait. I can wait. It would take such a little thing to let myself be caught. Tho manuscript contained more pages, but told of no new crime. Alienist physicians to whom the awful slory has been submitted declare that there uro In the world many unknown madmen, an adroit nnd as terrible as this monstrous lunatle.-From the first complete edition of the works of Guy do Maupassant In Eng lish.. Published by M. Walter Dunne. New York. Slang in Common Use Borne forty years ago New Yorkers wera noted for the purity and simplicity of their English. Now all that In changed. Dnnjr ago a New Yorker would tell the oft-repeated sad story as follows: "On my way home last evening I met John Smith. He invited me to go to the theater with him. I told him I had promised my wlfo to be home for supper, but he would take no excuse. We talked the matter over, and at Inst he prevailed" upon me to go with, him. We enjoyed ourselves nt the theater, and had a good time when the play waa over. Reaching home In good spirits. I found my wife In a very bad humor. Sho was still angry this morning. I'm afraid Rhe will never be herself again." In these diys of progress he tells it, or rather says it thus: "Pegging for my flat last evening I found myself up ngainst John Smith. " 'Hands up.' he says. "What for?' I says. " "For the show,' he says. " 'No,' I says. 'Can t go,' I Rays. 1 promised my wife,' I says, 'to be home fop supper,' I nays. " 'llow old Is Ann?' he sayn. " Chestnuts !' I says. "'Rats!' he nnys, 'you can nee your wife every night," he says, but you can't see a show every evening,' he says. " 'Chase yourself,' I says. " 'Not much,' he says. 'You're pinched!' he says. " 'Well, all right,' I rays, '1 11 go,' I says. "So we took in the show, and took In some more when it was over. Closehauled on the reach, I managed to fetch the she bang. My wlfo, she nays. 'Where wera you?' she says. " 'At the ehow,' 1 says. " 'You're the show,' she says. " 'Come off!" I says. " 'You're a brute!' she says. 'Get out of my sight!' she says. " 'Take the "L" road!' I says. Then she made a dive for the broomstick. "Now If she went for the gun or the carving knife, I'd have gone up to bed, but when she started for the broomstick. I knew there was something doing. So I ran downstairs and across to Molloy's. " 'What's the matter?" he says. "I'm between a stone fence and a dog's nose,' I says. " 'I guess you had better take .je stone fence,' he says. -All right.' I sayn. " 'Better than a broomstick,' I says. " 'Oh, oh," he says. "I tumble,' Le say a " 'You've been tharf I say a " 'You bet,' he sayn. "Then he gave me the stone fenr", and after that gin cocktails galore." This Is no exaggeration it's Just what he says. He always says "he says" or "I says" at the end of everything he nays, except when he says "ahe says." New York Sun,