Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1882-04-21
The Breezys and High Art.

understand they have very fine
exhibition at the Art Association this
season." said Mrs. Breezy, us shepoured
out a cup of coffee for her lord and
master.
:" So | hear" said Mr.. Breezy, taking
his place at the head of the table.
If you haven't any engagement TO-
night, Mr.. Breezy, we will 90 round and
see the pictures" said Mrs. Breezy, in a
tone of voice which implied that she did
not expect her lord to refuse.
"I'm very sorry, dear"
"That's enough" said Mrs. Breezy.
"Of course you have an engagement.
What do you care about pictures and
art? But it's time we did take an inter-
est in such things, Mr.. Breezy. You
l'ca'i not expect to he thought anything
of unless you have some good pictures
on your walls, and Qlr house is Il dis
grace to the age we live in. Why, the
walls are as bare as the top of your
head, Mr.. Breezy, and it's time we had
a picture or two about, just for appear
ance sake, if nothing else"
Yes" said Mr.. Breezy, 81 saw some
stunning colored photographs"
"Colored photographs" calculated
Mrs. Breezy, in tones of disgust, "N1r.
Breezy, you are without soul. You're
wanting in the finer feelings which 60
to make up the cultured side of life. You
are"
81 read that myself" said Mr.. Breezy.
81 suppose it is very high-toned Ian
guage, but didn't understand it, and
what is more, don't believe you do"
continued Mr.. Breezy, with surprising
firmness.
"Mr. Breezy, if you are contented to
remain ignorant of the beautiful
"lgnorant of the beautiful" repeated
MIR. Breezy, "yeS, that was stuck on the
end of the article. Lots of words, but
didn't see the sense of the thing"
"Will you allow me to get word in
edgeways?" said Mrs. Breezy, humping
the table vigorously with her knife han
die.
Certainly, my DEAR" said Mr..
Breezy, subsiding, and assuming his
normal mildness of deneanor.
GAS l said, our house is as bare as a
barn." continued Mrs. Breezy, "and if
we do not wish to be put down as ignor-
ant, vulgar people, we must get a few
pictures. Oil paintings, Mr.. Breezy.
Real oil paintings and not teo-store
prizes or colored prints such As you are
used to seeing in the vile saloons you
frequent. We will visit the exhibition
and will pick out 4 dozen or SO"
"Of assorted sizes?" broke in Mr..
Breezy.
"lou will 60 with me-" continued
Mrs. Breezy, paying no attention to her
husbands interruption. "It may soft
en- down your rough, practical nature,
which does not rise above law books
and hideOus legal papers"
"Shn's got 'om," murmuieu Mr..
Breezy.
"Mr. Breezy, l should like to know
what you mean to imply by that re-
mark" said Mrs. Breezy, Indignantly.
:" Why the aesthetic craze" said Mr..
Breezy, suddenly bracin% w am .zin%7y.
81 can stand a good deal, Mrs i;rrc,y,'
he continued, "but there l draw the
line. Why, at this rate we shall soon
have the house full of old truck from the
second hand shops. Broken china, old
rusty bits of iron and all sorts of rub
bish. 1t won't do, madame, it won't
do"
"Wcll, l never!" said Mrs. Breezy,
amazed.
"No, know what poor Brown has
suffered, and don't propose to become
a martyr if l know it," said Mr.. Breezy,
pushing his chair back and throwing his
coe: open. "Why, that poor fellow lives
in mortal terror from morning until
night. His house Is turned into an old
junk shop. The floor, the tables, every
thing covered with what his precious
wife calls high art, and he has to pick
his way through every room, like boat
entering strange harbor. If he sits
down in chair his precious wife screams
out that the furniture was only made to
look at, and he is in mortal agony of
doing or saying something ont of the
way from morning until he is safe in his
bed, and he must even crawl into bed
gingerly for fear of running the Venetian
curtains or scratching the headboard.
And she commenced with few pictures,
too, just as you propose to commence.
No, madam, the house is very we'll as it
is" "concluded Mr.. Breezy, gulping down
an entire cup of hot coffee by way of a
bracer, and looking deiiantly at the cell
ing.
Well-I-oh-I must-I-," but
Mrs. Breezy was too full for utterance,
and she sailed through the door like an
avalanche, but leaving Mr.. Breezy COM
plete master of the situation.-Brooklyw