The Arkansaw traveler., 1886-03-27

simon Gamhoune was the son of Sol omon Gambougr; and as all the world knows, both father and son Were aston ishinglv clever fellows at their profes- sion. Solomon painted landscapes which nobody bought; and simon took a higher line, and painted portraits to ad mration. only nobody came to sit to him.
 As he was not gaining five pounds a year by his profession at least, Simon determined to better himself by taking d wife-a plan which number of other wise men adopt, in similar years and circumstances. So simon prevailed up 0n,a butchers daughter (to whom he owed considerable for cutlctS) to quit the meat shop and follow him. Griski- nssa-stlch was the fair creatures name -" was d lovely bit of mutton,' her father said, as ever a man would wish to stick a knife into" She sat to the painter for all sorts of characters; and the curious who possess any of Gam hougc's pictures will see her as Venus Minerva Madonna, and in numberless other cters:-Portrait of Il lady tiriskinissa; Sleeping Nymph-Griski- nissa, without rag of clothes, lying in d forest: Maternal Solicitude-(iriskiniss again, with young Master Gambouge. who was by this time the offspring of their affections
 The lady brought the painter a hand- some little fortune of a couple hundred pounds; and as long as this sum lasted no woman could be more lovely or lov- ing But want began speedily to attack their little household; bakers bills were unpaid; rent was due, and the relentless landlord gave no quarter; and to crown the whole, her father, unnatural butch CT! suddenly stopped the supplies of mutton-chops; and swore that his daugh ter, and the dauber, her husband, should have no more of his wares. At first they embraced tenderly and kissing and cry ing over their little infant, vowed to heaven that they would do without; but in the course of the evening Griski nissa grew peckish, and poor simon pawned his best coat.
 When this habit of pawning is discov cred, it appears to the poor Il kind of Eldorado. tiambouge and his wife were so delighted, that they in the course of a month, made away with her gold chain, her great warming his best crim- son plush inexpressibles, two wigs, wash-hand basin and ewer, tire-rons, window-curtains, crockery, and arm chairs. Griskinissa said, smiling, that she found second father in her uncle base pun, which showed that her mind was corrupted, and that she was no longer the tender, simple Griskinissa of other days.
 am sorry to say that she had taking ,l,,,, el ha pan in the course of three days and tud dled herself one whole evening with the crimson brooches.
 Drinking is the dcvil-the father that is to say, of all vices Griskinissas face and her mind grew ugly together; her good humor changed to bilious, bitter discontent; her pretty, fond epithets to foul abuse and swearing; her tender blue eyes grew watery and blear, and the peach-color on her cheeks fled from its old habitation, and crowded up into her nose where, with a number of pim- ples it stuck fast Add to this dirty dragglt-tailed chintz; long matted hair wandering into her eyes and over her lean shoulders, which where once so snowy, and you have the picture of drunkenness and Mrs. Gambouge.
 Poor Simon, who had been gay lively fellow enough in the days of his better fortune was completely cast down by his present ill-luck, and cowed by the night the neighbors could hear this wo- mans tongue. and understood her do ings; bellows went Skimming across the floor, and poor GambouGes oil and var nish pots went clattering through the d. tl l,A stn h,l, roared all day; and simon sat pale and idle in corner taking a small sup at the brandy bottle, when Mrs, Gambouge was out of the way.
 One day as he sat disconsolately at his easel, furbishing up picture of his wife, in the character of peace, which he had commenced year before he was more than ordinarily desperate, and cursed and swore in the most pathetic manner 70 miserable fate of genius!' cried he was l, q man of such com manding talents, born for this? to be bullied by hend of Il wife; to have my masterpieces neglected by the world, or /, sold only for. few pieces? Cursed be the love which has misled me; cursed be the art which is unworthy of me! Let me dig or steal, let me sell myself as soldier, or sell myself to the devil 1 should not be more wretched than am nowr'
 "Quite the contrary cried small cheery voice.
 "What?' exclaimed Gambouge tremb- ling and surprised. "Who's there?- where are you?-who are you?"
 You were just speaking of me said the voice
 Gambouge held, in his left hand, his