Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1891-08-01
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watch Il True tn Artists Lives Ne
to tho Heart OF Devoted Wcman.
What it has cost mo TO marry an ar
list. oh, my dearl II l had known!
liuL the Young girls have singular ideas
about so many things. Just imagine
,ha. a. the exhibition, when read In
Inc catalogue the addresses OF far away
lutte sir. cts at the futher end OF Paris.
pictured To my self p5aceable' stay at
lo,ne lives, devoted TO work and the
'amily circle, and said 70 myself feel
.ng beforehand certainty that should
u drcadfully iealousl: That Is the sort
husband 10 suit me. He will always
9TH me. We shall spend our days
.c!sther; he at his picture o" sculpture.
snlle read or sew beside him in the
concentrated light OF the studio" Poor
dear Innocent! / had not the faintest
idea then what a studio really was, nor
of the singular creatures one meets
there. Never, in gazing at those stat
ues OF bold, ,undressed godesses, had
| the idea occurred to me that there were
women daring enugh to-and that even
| myself / can assure
you, | should never have married a
sculptor No, indeed, most decidedly
not. must own, they were all against
this marriage at home; notwlthstand-
| ing my husbands fortune, his already
famous name and the fine house he was
having built for us two. 1t was alone
who would have II so. He was so ele-
CANT. so charming, so eager, thought,
| however, che meddled little too much
about my dress, and the arrangement oil
my hair: do your hair like this; so, VI
and he could amuse himself by placing
| flower in the midst of my curls with
| far greater skill then any one OF our
| milliners. So much experience in 9
man was alarming. wasn't 1t? l ought
to have distrusted him. Well, you will
see. Listen.
We returned from our honey moon.
While was busy settling myself in my
pretty and charmingly furnished rooms,
that paradise you know so well, my hus-
band, from the moment OF his arrival,
had set to work and spent the days at
| his studio, which was away from the
house. When he returned in the even
ing he would talk tome with feverish
eagerness of his next subject for ex'
hibition. The subject was "A Roman
Lady Leaving the Bath" He wanted
the marble to reproduce that faint
SILVER Of ::he skin at the contact OF air.
The moisture OF the delicate textures
clinging to the shoulders, and all sorts
of other fine things which | no longer
remember. Between you and me when
he speaks to me OF his sculpture | do
not always understand him very we'll.
However, | used to say confidently: 1T
will be very pretty" and already | saw
myself treading the finely sanded walks
admiring my husbands work, beauti'
full marble sculpture cleaning white
against the green hangings; while be-
hind.me l heard whispered: "The wife
OF the sculptor"
At last one day, curious to see how
our Roman lady was getting on the
idea occurred to me to go and take him
by surprise in his studio which l had
not yet visited. 1t was one OF the first
times had gone out alone, and had
rcade myself very smart can tell you.
When | arrived I found the door oil
the little garden leading to the ground
floor wide open. So l walked straight
in, and, conceive my Indignation when
/ beheld my husband in white sm0ck
like q stone mason, his Hands grimed
with clay, and in front of him upright
on a platform, woman. my dear. Q
great creature, almost undressed, and
J looking Just as composed in this airy
costume as though it was perfectly
natural. Her wretched clothes covered
with mud, thick walking boots and 6
round hat trimmed with q feather out
- .url, were thrown beside her on 1
chair. All this l saw in an instant, fol
you may imagine how l fled. Etiennt
would have spoken to me-detained mt
but with gesture Of horror at the clay
covered hands 1 rushed off to mammG
end reached ner barely alive. You car
imagine my appearance.
''GOod heavens, my dear en- 4; what
Is the matter?"
Irelated TO mamma what had SEEN
where this dreadful woman was and In
what costume. And cried and cried
My mother, much moved tried to console
me, explained to me that 1t must have
been model.
''What! but it is abominable; no one
ever told me about that before was
marriedw
Hereupon Etinenne arrived, greatly
distressed, and tried in his turn TO make
me understand that model Is not wo
man like other women. and that besides
sculptors cannot get along without them
but these reasons had no effect upon me
and stoutly declared l would have
nothing to do with husband who spent
his days tete-a-tete with young ladie:
In such costume.
Come, my Etienne, said poor NAMING
trying hard to arrange everything
peaceably, 'could you not out of re.
spect for your wife's feelings replace this
creature by q dummy, lay figure?"
Ny husband bit his moustache fu'
riously.
Quite impossible, dear mother"
''Still. my dear, 1t seems to NEE
bright idea-milliners have pasteb0ard
heads on which they trim bOnnets. Well