The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1883-01-13
Longing for Art.

81 suppose you never find any time to
take an interest in art, Mr.. Breezy"
said Mrs. Breezy, looking attentively at
a little sketch she held in her hand.
''No, DEAR" said Mr.. Breezy, plung-
ing again into at important document
he had brought home from the Office to
examine.
II have been amusing myself little
that way" said Mrs. Breezy smiling
rather sheepishly as she pulled out an
other sketch from her portfolio on her
lap.
''Have you, 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 second
part.
Eyes, and I'm told they show some
talent" said Mrs. Breezy, holding
sketch at arms length and looking at it
critically. "You know 1 have never
taken any lessons to amount to any
thing. l think will, though. Every
body paints nowadays. It's quite the
fashion. It's well to have some accom-
plishment you know"
"Of course" said Mr.. Breezy, as he
commenced on folio ten.
"lt's so easy to paint after you get
the hang of the thing" said Mrs.
Breezy, land it will be so'nice to be
able to give my own original picture to
our church fairs"
Eyes, said Mr.. Breezy, trying to
make out a description of a piece OF
property in the document before him.
''You know painted little when
was young-I mean before we were
married." said Mrs. Breezy.
ibid you?"
"Of course l did, and you used to
compliment me on it, too" said Mrs.
Breezy; "but it's just like you to forget
all about ii, l might expect as much.
You used to say that | handled my
brush just like real artist; and that it
was shame my parents did not allow
me to make profession of art. But
you were always giving me taffy-I
mean tlattering me. You have got
bravely over that now"
Yes, dear, said Mr.. Breezy, alb
sently,
Pm glad to hear you confess fault
for once" said Mrs. Breezy. "But
you are perfectly different to me no W.
can see that. If you weren't you'd
take some interest in my efforts to rise
above the commonplace women all
about you. Most men would be proud
to have woman of brains for a wife.
but you seem perfectly satisfied SO long
as your washing comes home all right
and your breakfast is ready for you on
time, and your dinner is cooked to suit
your taste. | really believe you look
upon me as 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 / am a human being,
Mr.. Breezy, even though you seem to
have forgotten all about it."
"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 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 n little interest in what am
saying"
"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, Mr.. Breezy. want you &c
give your opinion on this little SKETCH"
said Mrs. Breezy, holding up one of the
drawings.
VERY pretty" said Mr.. Breezy, half
opening his eyes.
"How do you know it is pretty?"
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 q 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
didnt-I-O, you great horrid-I-I
shall never. neverI' and Mrs. Breezy
/ jammed her sketches into the portfolio,
and swept out Of the room with the air
of 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 Brook Ign
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