The Anaconda standard. [volume] (Anaconda, Mont.) 1889-1970, 1889-11-08
A SACRIFICE TO ART.
\ sKErCH ny AIrnoS-E D,rDEr.

What it has cost me tn marry an artist.
oh. my dear! IL had known! hut young
girls have singular IDEAS about so many
things. DUST inlag no that at the exl,ibi-
tiou. when ! read in the catalogue the adj
dresses Of far away quiet streets AT the
further end Of Paris ] pictured tn myself
pcaceahic. stay at home lives. devoted to
work and the. family circle. ami ] said to
myself feeling beforehand al certainty
that ! should lc dreadfuily jcilio,is,. THAT
is the sort .f IA husband to suit m. He
will always bc with me-. We shall spend
our lays together; he at lis picture. or
SCULPTURE. while I read or sew beside him.
i'm the constrained light of the studio"
Poor, dear innocent! I had not the faint
est idcs. then what a. studio really WAS. nor
of the singular creatures one meets there.
Never. in gazing at those statues of bold
undrs.ssasl gusl,Ic-s.-- had tlI., isls., occurred
enough Ia and that even ] myself.
Otherwise ] can assure. yon ! should never
have married ~ sculptor. No. indeed.
most decidedly not. ] must own they were.
all against this marriage .t home. mot
withsta"diug my husbands fortune, his
already famous name. and the lime ho',s..
hc was having built for us two. IL was l
alone who would have il so. He WAS SO
icgant 50 oh ,rining, 81 eager. ! Thought,
about my dress and the ~rraugcunut OF
my hair. do your hair like this, so,"
and he would ain,isc himself 10y placing "a
flower in the midst % my c'rls with far
greater skill than any of our milliners. So
much experience in "a man was alarming.
wasn't IL: ! ought Ia have ,ii-trustcd him.
Well. you scc. Listen.
We returned from orr honeymoon.
While ! was busy settling myself in my
pretty and cliartniugly furnished rooms,
that paradise you know 50 well. my lu~.
hand, from, the mnrnentof his arrival. had
set tn work and spent the days AT his
studio. which was away from the house.
When br returned in the evening he would
talk to- nr with f:vrri-l, 'agcrncss OF his
next subject for exhibition. Th,. subject
Nas ssA IkntnAtl Lady leaving tls. hAth-'
He wanted the marble To- reproduce that
faint shivrr of the skin at the contact of
%clinginu to III. shoulders, and all sorts of
other fine things which ] no long,. re-
member. Between you and ,nc. when hs
speaks to me Of his sculpture l to not
always understand him very well. How.
ever, ! used To say confidently ut will
be very pretty" and already | saw myself
reading the finely s.,nd.-d walks admir-
ing my husbands work, "A beautiful mar
blc sculpturs, cleaning white against tbs
green hangiI0s; while behind me I heard
whisper.d: "Thc wife of the SCULPTOR
AZ last one day. curious To see how oair
.,r r a. many ." Wa So and lake bim, h nv s",,
prise i'm his studio, which l had not yel
visited. Ii was one of the first times l has
very smart. I can tell You. When ! arrive,
found the door Of the little garden lead
ing to the ground floor wide open. SO
walked straight i'm; and, conceive my i'm
dignation. when ] heheld my husband IL
a white ssnock like ~ will
rumeu uair, nhIuS &TiIttheu wltn tiAy
and i'm front of him, upright on "a platform
n woman. my dear. "a great creature. AL
most undr.ssed and looking just as com
posed i'm this airy costume AS though ]
were perfectly natural. Her wrstche,
clothes covered with mud. thick walking
boots, and "A round hat trimmed with
feather out OF curl were thrown beside lac
on a chair. All this ] saw i'm am instant
for you may imagine how i fled. Etienn'
would have spoken To mc-detained me
but with IA gesture of horror AT the clay
covered hands, ! rushed off tn mamma
and reached her barely alive. You cal
imagine my appearance.
GOOD heavens, dear child ! what is tn
matter ="
related to mamma what i had seer