The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1883-01-12
Longing for Art.

Longing for Art.
X Il suppose you never find any time t.
take an interest in art, Mr.. Breezy
said Mrs. Breezy, looking attentively q
little sketch she held in her hand.
..No, DEAR" said Mr.. Breezy, plung
iAg agtin into at important document
hehaa bfought home from the Office t.
sxsmine. SE{ItIt
~"IhAve been amusing myself a little
that way" said Mrs. Breezy smiling
rather sheepishly as she pulled out an.
other sketch from her portfolio on hel
lap. fFAtAES Lf
! Have yon, dear?'' asked Mr.. Breezy
absently, as he attempted to keep the
party of the first part from getting
mixed up with the party of the secont
part.
"Yes, and I'm told they show some
talent" said Mrs. Breezy. holding 6
sketch at arms length and looking at il
critically. ''You know l have never
taken any lessons to amount to any
thing. 7 / think will, though. Every
body paints nowadays. It's quite the
fashion. It's well to have some accom-
plishment, you know"
t"Of course, y said Mr.. Breezy, IS he
commenced on folio ten. = AfAS
sits SO easy to paint after you get
the hang of the thing" said Mrs.
Breezy, ss.and it, will be SO nice to be
able to give my own original picture tt
our church fairs.' ,ro,- .,tfISs\
"Yes, said Mr.. Breezy, trying to
make out description, of q piece Of
property in the document before him.
"You know l painted little when I
was young-I mean before We were
narried," said Mrs. Breezy. a.
L"Did your II , = Ia. a ~ -. -
"Of course I did, and you used to
compliment me on it, too" said Mrs.
Breezy; "but it's just like you to forget
all about it. l might expect as much.
You used to say that 1 handled my
brush just like a real artist; and that it
was shame my parents did not allow
me to make a profession of art. But
you were always giving me taffy-I
mean fiattering me. You have got
orayely over that now" -4 49,, =,
Eyes, dear, said Mr.. Breezy, alb
sently. fE ~
'Tm glad to hear you confess fault
Tor once said Mrs. Breezy. "Bui
you are perfectly different to me no W. ]
Fan see that. If you weren't you'd
lake some interest in my efforts to rise
above the commonplace women all
about you. Most men would be proud
% have a woman of brains for a wife.
out you seem perfectly satisfied so long
IS your washing comes home all right
ind your breakfast is ready for you on
time, and your dinner is cooked to suit
Totlr taste. really believe you look
lpon me as a sort of machine to keep
you comfortable in life, and never i'm
agine that look higher than properly
cooked food and well laundried collars
and cuffs. But l am human being,
Mr.. Breezy, even though you seem to
have forgotten all about it." r. .r
''Yes, my dear" said Mr.. Breezy.
Running from point on the south
west corner of Green Avenue and"
81 was just looking over this abstract
of title, my dear, and
''Put it down, and listen to me-"
cried Mrs. Breezy. Abstract of fid-
dlesticks Why in the world can't you
ever learn to keep your horrid business
down town. where it belongs! should
think you'd have enough of it during
the day, goodness knows, without
boring me with the dry stuff. OF all bad
habits man can get into, bringing his
business into his home circle is the
worst. Put that miserable paper down
and take little interest in what am
saying" r.'ga ~ Ill. .uf
Eyes, DEAR" said Mr.. Breezy, slam.
ming the document on the table in front
of him, and sitting back in his chair
with yawn. ft
snow, Mr.. Breezy. want. you te
give your opinion on this little SKETCH
said Mrs. Breezy, holding up one of the
drawings.
Every pretty" said Mr.. Breezy, half
opening his eyes.
"How do you know it is pretty9"
asked Mrs. Breezy. You are not look
ing at it at all. Sit up and examine it
as YOU should" ~
"Did you get it with pound of tea?'
asked Mr.. Breezy, bracing up little,
and taking another look at the sketch
"A pound of tear shouted Mrs.
Breezy, jumping to her feet. mo, l
didn't-I-O,- you great horrid-I-I
shall never. heverp' and Mrs. Breezy
jammed her sketches into the portfolio,
and swept out of the room with the air
of a tragedy queen.
Thanks be to Heaven" calculated
Mr.. Breezy, as he picked up the abstract
of title, and attempted once more to con-
centrate his mind upon it.ABrook IAN
Eagle.