The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1883-02-01
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Longing for Art.

Longing for Art.
al suppose you never find any time TO
take an interest in art, Mr. Breezy,b
said Mrs. BreeEys looking attentively at
4 a little sketch she held in her hand.
II .'No, DEAR" said Mr.. Breezy, plung.Q
ing again into at important document
i he had brought home from the Office to
examine. iff StaE&a @iih4"4 - #fs2G ft8
Il have been amusing myself a little
i that way" said Mrs. Breezy smiling
rather sheepishly as she pulled out an
/ other sketch from her portfolio on her
lap.
Have you, elearq" asked Mr.. Breezy,
iabsentlY, as he attempted to keep the
party of the first part from getting
mixed up. with the party Of the second
part, aslfs8 a4s III 7sToveqF ~ .s
t'Yes, and I'm told they show some
i taleht,n said Mrs Breezy, holding a
/ sketch at arm length and looking atsit
4 critically. "You know l have never
taken any lessons to amount to any
thing, i thinkI WILL though. Every
body paints nowadays. It's quite the
fashion. It's welltto have some accom-
Lplishment, you know ss.stsf esa.l.
Is4 L
commenced on f6iio ten. y q a z G
.I9 'It's SO easYTto paint after. you get
the hang of the thing" said Mrs.
Breezy, pand it will be soince 10 be.
/ able to give my own original picture 70
our church fairs.
AZ .'Yes, said Mr.. Breezy trying to-
make out q description of a.. piece of
property in the document before him -
~ ''You know I painted a little when L
was. Young--L mean before we were
married, said Mrs. Breezy
(. .sDid youa''gaea 19a6 sH5Ais8zE .isit
AZ ttOf course / did. and you used to
compliment me on it, too, said Mrs.
4 HBreezys ssbut it's justlike yoa to forgnts
fall about it. ], / might expect as much.
You used to say that | handled my
fbrushl just like o real artist; and that it
twas a shame my sparentsfdid not. allow
me to make a profession of art. But
l'you were always giving me tafy47I
mean -hattering me, You, have got
bravely over that now. ~ '"s# - T't's''-f
n 'sYes, dear said Mr.. Breezy, abb
sently.sre.f IL, 49, .;.v ~
I ..1'm glad to hear you confess a fault
for a0nce," said Mrs. Breezy O. ssBut
: L
can see that II you weren't: " ou'd
= take some interestin my efforts to. rise
above, the commonplace women. all
about you. Most men would be proud
to have a woman of brains for "a WIFE,.
but you seem perfectly satisfied so long
as. your washing comes home all right
andayourgbreakfast is ready foplypn on
i time, and your dinner is cooked to suit
4 your taste. / really believe you look
upon meas sort of machine to ekeep
2 you comfortable in life, and never inn
4 agine that Hook higher than properly
cooked food and weA laundried collars
4 and cuffs. Butt am q human being,
Mr.. Breezy, even though you seem to
have forgotteniall about it,, Gzs. slils
IA I"Yes, my dear" said Mr.. Breezy.
!, Running from point on the south
\ westeorner of Green Avenue and---''l ri
IL 81 was Just looking over this abstract
of title, my dear, and d---''s -
Put itsdown, and listen to me- ;.
cried Mrs. Breezy. abstract of fid-
\ dlesticks Why in the world can t YOU
ever learn to keep your horrid busin sss
down towl, where it belongs! / should
i think you'd have enough Of it during
the day, goodness knows, without
boring me with the dry stuff OF all bad
habits a man can get into, bringing his
business into his home circle sisi ethe
worst. Put that miserable paper down
and take a little interest IN what L am
/ saying.n. e.igie sGT nii gfsa
j. Yes, DEAR said Mr.. Breezy, Slam
ming the document on the table in front
Of him, and sitting back in his chair
with yawn.
SNOW, Mi. Breezy, I want you to
4 give your opinion on this little sketch. =
said Mrs, Breezy, holding up one of the
drawings. 31f''t -'3 "a Ft9s @ Sa'i
-Yery pretty, said Mr. Breezy, half
opening his eyes.
ssHoW do you know it, prettyP"s
asked Mrs. Breezy. sYou are not look
I ing at it at all. Sit up and examine it
as YOU should. y @f ss Ef
4 ibid you getit with pound of tea?''
asked Mr.. Breezy, bracing up little,
and taking another look at the sketch.
H. "A pound of tear shouted Mrs.
Breezy, jumping to her feet. mo, /
Il .didn' Ito, you great horrid--IL-T II
shall never. neyerrf and Mrs. Breezy
damned her sketches into the portfolio,
and swept out Of the room with the. air
OF q tragedy queen. a ssa -fAg.fif5 s
ID Thanks be to Heaven calculated
\ Mr. Breezy, as he picked upthe abstract
of title, and attempted once more to con-
centrate his mind upon it, Brooklyn
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