The Coconino weekly sun., 1895-07-03

that if we came again to the boom within an hour and forty minutes that would connect with his boat and with the car back to the city. So my wife and l strayed over the meadows and wished that we had brought the sketching outfit, and then sat down on the grass and made all sorts of plans for our future"
 And the majesty of the distant mountains slowly impressed itself upon you as they loomed in the back ground?"
 Not at all do not think that there were any hills in sight. We were 70 engrossed that we did not notice the uprising of a bank of threatening clouds
 "Ah, I see! It was their outlines
 Outlines nothing! It was their wetness, their profuse, inopportune, wrung-out- from-all- the-sponges-of-the- sky wetness In moment we were soaked, our shoes squelched, the color of the blue cornhowers in my wife's hat dripped down upon her neck. We were sight to see. I fancy that the captain of the launch thought of our plight and made all haste to rescue uI but the time seemed long to us. However, we tried to take it as joke But the jocularity ceased the next day, when my wife developed case of acute bronchitis. A physician was called, who pronounced it trifie, If treated promptly. He prescribed a mixture for the cough, and told me to paint her back, between the shoulders, with iodine.
 "So with phial of tincture of iodine | and small camels hair brush set to work. My anxiety for her was re- lieved, the impression of the beautiful solitary landscape that we had seen was fixed upon my mental retina-and, first that 1 knew, l was painting that scene in iodine monochrome on the shoulders of my patient declare to you, Ingraham, l had completely for gotten that was not painting on can vas, instead of human surface, like chicken skin, delicate, white,' as Aus tin Dobson sings of the Pompadour's s fan. My, wife wondering at the length of the application, at last inquired: But have you not almost finished, Vic tor?' And I, still oblivious, replied: "A few more touches, and it will be ready to frame She gave funny little hoarse shout of laughter-my wife had a sense of humor Then l, too, saw the joke. She ran to the dressing table, and, by means of a hand-mirror, surveyed her shoulders. Why, this is a lovely landscaper she said. It is too good to lose. Find my kodak, Victor, it is in one of the trunks, and photograph your master piece before it begins to fade out She was delighted; the iodine and the fun together soon cured her cold, so that in few days We came home to New York.
 ''Of course had the photograph en. larged, and it succeeded so we'll that placed few copies in Goupirs, hoping that some of my friends would like them. The original painting has long since disappeared; shall make your replica from the photograph. And shall try to recall the silvery greens and the somber olive-browns which you rightly attributed to the land = lpe." .
 But all this does not account for those grandoise, superhumar curves, the visible presence of the earth-goddess.
 "Ah, rubbed down the outlines al that could. But it is not easy to ob literate in photograph. Those curve -I told you they were owing to thu shape of the canvas. My wife's shouI ders, of course, came out large in pro portion to the landscape painted or them. She is not titanic, nor even perhaps, goddess. But she is an ex tra nice little woman, all the same.