Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1893-09-21
VAIN VI. JOBlNARD.

' AIN VI. JOBINA RD.
Its twenty years since that time, l
was a ight-hearted boy then-a boy of
twenty. / lived in Paris and [ studied
Art. Being an artist, l always spelled
Art with a capital A. / have other
things to think of besides Art now
have to think Of painting what the pub
lie will buy. / have to make it pay
] have made it pay.
But it is not about myself / want to
talk; it is of Orson-Of Orson the Hir-
suite, OrsOn the Unrelenting, OrsOn the
Halter of Art. OF course his name
wasn't OISon. His real name was
Jobinard, and he lived at the corner
Of the Rue de I Ancienne Coincide, did
this uncOmprOmising grocer, this we'll
TODD ESau Of the Quarter Latin, this
man who hated Art, artists, and above
all, Art students with peculiar
ferocity
Adelaide JObinard had reason to dis
like art students. They had a nasty
way of getting into his debt, but Jobi-
nard took the bull by the horns-he
gave no more credit.
Ma foil" he would say, with a super
cilious sheer, Credit is dead my good
young sir. He doesn't live here any
longer. He is dead and buried
And then one had to go empty away.
1t had been so handy in the good old
days just to run into ,Jobinard's for
whatever one wanted, and-well stick
il up You see, you could get an en-
tire meal ut Jobinards one of those
little sham boneleSS hams; they've
quite enough of them for four. Timed
provisions in ineXhaustible variety
wines from 70 centimes upward. liq-
uors desserts, even III the shape of
cheeses of all sorts, almonds, raiSinS,
grapes and peaches. 1t was excessively
convenient. When one was hard up one
dealt with Jobinard. and it was put
down to he account. When one was
IN funds Jne dined and breakfaSted in
Il restaurant and left Jobinard'S severe
ly alone.
But now all was changed. Mile. Am
laide was an uncommonly pretty girl
ond we Were all desperate ly head over
heels in love with her. BY I'VE" I
Art students that were desperately III
love with Mile. Amenaide Daburon.
the sculptor was the most demonStra-
tive. JOblnard hated Daburon with n
deadly hatred because DaburOn never
expended more than ten centimeS at y
time. 1t was the society OF Mile. AM
enaide that Daburon hlmgered for, and
he got it, being a purchaser.
Mile Ameniade was JObinard'S cash
Ter. 1t was a large shop, and there
were several assistants, but all moneys
were paid to Mile. Amenaide, the cash
Ter, who sat in glass box underneath
tho great Ginning clock.
Daburon. the sculptor, would enter
the shop, nod in cavalier manner to
Jobinard, as though he were the very
dust beneath his feet; then he would
look at Mile. Amenaide, raise his hat
with his right hand, place his left up
on his heart and make her low bow;
then he would pretend to blow her a
kiss from the tips of his fingers, as
though he were a circus rider; then h'
would take up box of matches OF
some other inexpensive article.
Have the Kindness to wrap that up
carefully for me in paper" he would
remark in patronizing manner. Then
he would march up to Mile. Amenaide
with the air of an AleXander-you
could almost hear the tune of See the
Conquering Hero Comes playing as
YOU saw him do it. He would pay his
ten cetimes and whisper some compli-
i,,+n hn of mpnDi6p
Then he would receive his purchase
from the hand of M. Jobinard in a
magnificent and condeScending man
ner. Then he would strike ridiculous
attitude of exaggerated admiration and
stare at the unhappy grocer as though
he were one of the seven wonders OF
the world.
What a br ~ orr what arms" Oh
What muscu,, TYP he would say
and then he would heave a sigh and
swagger out of the shop.
Iobinard, who was particularly
ugly, thickset, hairy little man. used a
first rather to resent these references
to his personal advantages. His four
assistants and his cashier would litter
and Jobinard used to blush. but al
length the poor fellow fell into the
snare laid for him by the villain Da
huron.
He got to believe himself the perfect
type of manly beauty. Wien a French
man yhas once come to this conclusion
there is no folly of which he is no
ready to be guilty.
The fact is Dabu1'on h d passed thu
wcrd around. The Art -udents, NAL
and female, invariably stared appreci
atively at the little, hairy, thickse