Idaho County free press. [volume] (Grangeville, Idaho Territory) 1886-current, 1888-08-31

,"wed me some fancy tide. MT,
we're just lovely. She had worl "a'cn
%ome deer-heads which were as nat, ~
rs lfe." 'ura
We'll, I'm sorry that haven't do.
better" | said as l pretended 10 S;" "e
away tear. 'Pe
"Oh, you needn't cry over it NJ.
Bowser." he replied. IAN No.,
can't be alike, you know. Mrs. Jnt pe
son happened to be gifted, while ro ',
are not. You are not to blame for .t :,
| suppose there are some men in az
world smarter than am '
'Do you reallyP"
"Well-ahem-we was r.,.
that in an illustrative sense, you Know;
Don't feel bad. Mrs. Bowser. Th."
are some good points about YOU. evas
if you are not smart"
In about week l was ready for him
| couldn't hope to "elocute'' succos'
fully in that brief time, but bur,nI
around and found where Mrs. Jonos
got the loan of the patterns for h..
tides. | bought the originals ont ,na
then found that all her painting,
were copies from paintings in an mt
lists studio. hired three of the fnos,
for II week. and one evening when Mr.
Bowser came home to tea said to him.
"Mr. Bowser, | know am THAI
headed and wear No. Shoes and
don't blame you for sometimes eettin,
discouraged with me-"
whats up now?' he asked. &c h..
looked around.
But, nevertheless. am not n boro
less case" continued. II have twnu.
three tides and two or three paintin ;.
l want to show you. 1t has been
secret with me for many months but
know you'll forgive E1e for not giving
You hint" ...
Mrs. Bowser. have you gone mad
and-and-"
I'm afraid Tn not much of an art.
list. but good critics have been pleased
to comment very favorably upon nv
work. Come ir:o the parlor, Mr.
Bowser."
"lf you've gone and made fool Of
yourself don't expect any praise from
me! What do you call thosep"
Tides, my dear"
''Horse blankets, You mean! And
you've spoiled 'em at that! So that's
he way you've wasted your time and
money, is itp'
AREN'T they as nice as those YOU
saw at Mrs. Johnson's?"
"Humph! Is there any comparison
between "A rose and Hubbard squashr
"Well. what about my paintings"
Paintings! Oh, yes. You furnished
an old sheet, | suppose, and hired
house-painter to lay on the colors.
How much did he charge per dayp'
What is wrong with those paint.
ings, MIR. Bowser? Give me your crit.
icism of this ocean scene"
''ls that what you call itP Well. who
ever saw water of that colorp And
look those clouds! Why, nobodyca
say whether they are clouds or table.
cloths! Mrs. Bowser, Tn sorry foryou."
Amy thing wrong with that land.
scapep"
us there any thing rightP The artist
who called that a landscape, and who
took your money for learning YOU to
paint it ought to be in State PRISON.
isn't it as good as Mrs. Johnson'sP
"lsn't itP Mrs. Bowser, am blind
in both eyesp'
81 hope not"
"Do live in cave, and do the owls
boot about my ears?"
"Of course not"
Then don't take me for either A
9lind man or q greenhorn. These
paintings OF Mrs. Johnson's are paint
ings. You see the real artist in every
touch. These are simply daubs, and
doubt If you could get tea store
man to give them away with a pound
of hayseed. No. Mrs. Bowser, don't
want to hurt your feelings, but some
one has imposed ON your creduliy.
After supper l will take those bur.
leSques down and carry 'em out behind I
the pig-pen."
After supper | told him the true facts
in the case. He would not believe me
until he had paid another visit to John
son 5. and until he had the word of the
artist, and then he gave me one drawn
out look, which seemed to be composed
Of bullets, bombshells and dynamite,
and went over and kissed the baby and
said:
You poor little thug. how my heart
does bleed for you! What n dreadful
thing it is to be motherless. "-Detroi
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