The Arkansaw traveler., 1885-08-08
Written for THE ARKANsAw TRAVELLER.
 AN UNFORTUNATE AFFAIR.
BY ALEX E. SWEET.

Bill Rembrandt, because that is not his ame, lives next door to young gentle ian who IS grand on the fiddle. We all designate this musician as Bob Mo- rt. There was only thin partition be- Feen their rooms, and consequently hen Mozart turned himself loose on his idle, Membrandt, who has no ear for usic, suffered the agonies of the damned. ne day happy thought occurred to the Iferer. He climbed over the partition to the room of his neighbor, during the bsence of the latter. He found the vio- D, a genuine old Stradiarius, and talk g the water pitcher, he poured about a hlf gallon of the non-intoxicating fluid ito the internal cavity of old Stradia- us.
 "Now, Straddy, you digest that at your isure," remarked Membrandt, as he imbed back into his room. When Mo- rt undertook to draw melody out of his usical instrument, it came unglued, and e accident quite unhinged him. How E discovered who the author of the out Rge was, we do not know, but that he i'd make the discovery, seems to be very Fobable from what followed, and which now the whole theme of conversation
 Austin.
 The artist did not perceive the irate usician enter, in crouching position ke an enraged tiger, in his shirt sleeves. embrandt was sitting at his easel, fac- g the door, but in front of him was rge unfinished painting, on paper, of ount Bonnell, with Austin in the dis nee. He was busy with large brush
 blue paint, putting in an indigo 6rma- ent for a back ground, not expecting hat thunder storm was going to burst pon him from cloudless sky. All at pce two hands, livid with rage, were rust through the paper. They seized I'm by the ears. Mount Bonnell shook Id toppled over on him. He fell over (ckward, with Mount Bonnell on him, Id on top of that was Mozart, who
 ighed not less than one hundred and ty pounds when he was in good hu- or. Using the artists ears as conve- cnt handles, the intruder bumped the tist's head on the hard floor, although Is efforts were somewhat impeded by e picture through which he had thrust $ arms.
 The artist retained his presence of ind and his paint brush in his right Ind. He did not at the time, attempt
 reply to the charge that he had ruined d Snadiarius, but he, the artist, ached around on one side of the pie re with his left hand, and anchored his bgers fast in the hair of Mi. Mozart e then reached around with his right hnd, and with the brush of blue paint,
 began to paint Mozart's head, paying rticular attention to his eyes.
 It requires great deal of skill to paint ozart's head under any circumstances. be artist must have the head in the
 ht position, and in the right light. He ast feel in a humor to paint, so that he throw his whole soul into the work.
 felt in the humor to paint Mozart.
 would have painted him with beer
 tile or anything he could have laid his
 hds on, but all the surroundings were
 favorable to his doing any real fine
 rk. No artist can paint well when the
 ln he is painting talks all the time.
 pzart talked great deal, but Mem.
 lndt kept on showing the paint brush ls Mozart's eyes, nose and ears, while,
 the other hand, Mozart kept on bump g the artists head on the ground.
 Under these unfavorable circumstances was not to be expected the artist would iake very beautiful picture of Mozart's CoS, Oul HI o NCAy hCW tIiiuutCS nc ndu pt on two coats of paint, one inside and be outside of his ear; had got in some be work on his nose, and given him eautiful eye, and was putting some in- |hing touches on the back of his head ! frantic but misdirected effort to find is mouth, while thump, thump, thump, ent the artists head against the hard DOT, and the air was also blue with the rofanity of both parties.
 Just at this crisis, another party joined
 the discussion. The artists dog, Hec- Pr, who had been asleep under the bed, alked out to see the circus. He took in he situation, and mouthful of Mozart's pants, at a glance. Mozart being on top he brute took mean advantage of the position, and rearing upon the unfortu- hate musician, he anchored his teeth in he person of the intruder.
 @Good dog, Hector, sic him." said the artist, who though weighed down by Aount RonneN- and Roh Mozart sf;lI -A