Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1895-07-06

that if we came again TO the boom
would connect with his boat and with
the car back to the city. So my wife
and 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 doomed in the back
ground?"
mot at all. I do not think that there
were any hills in sight. We were 60
engrossed that we did not notice the
uprising of a bank of threatening
clouds
''Ah, 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 a moment we were
soaked, our shoes squelched, the color
of the blue cornf1owers in my wife's
hat dripped down upon her neck. We
were sight to see. / fancy that the
captain of the launch thought OF our
plight and made all haste to rescue US
but the time seemed long to us.
However, we tried to take it as joke.
But the popularity ceased the next day,
when my wife DEVELOPED a case of acute
bronchitis. A physician was called,
who pronounced it trife, if treated
promptly. He prescribed a mixture
for the cough, and told me to paint
her back, between the shoulders, with
iodine.
$50 with phial of tincture of iodine
ind small camel's 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, I was painting that
scene in iodine monochrome on the
shoulders of my patient! declare to
you, Ingraham, 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
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 a funny
little hoarse shout of laughter-my
wife had a sense of humor. Then 1,
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 Iandscape!' she
said. 1t 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 well 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
ape"
But all this does not account
for those grandoise, superhuman
curves, the visible presence of the
earthquakes"
'.Ah, rubbed down the outlines all
that 1 could. But it is not easy to OBJ
literate in photograph. Those curves
Il told you they were owing to the
| shape of the canvas. My wife's Shout
ders, of course, came out large in pro-
portion to the landscape painted on
| them. She is not titanic, nor even,
perhaps, a goddess But she is an ex-
ira nice little woman, all the same. -
HE HATED WOMEN.