The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1897-11-19
AN INSPIRED POSTER.
HOW A YOUNG WIFE ASSISTED HER
ARTIST HUSBAND.


"Never marry an artist as long as
you live" walled the bride.
"F'ml Has Edgar been criticising
your personal appearance already"
querled the blond.
"Or praising that of somebody else?"
asked the brunette, glancing into the
mirror.
"Of course he hasn't, +" said the bride.
"He is perfectly devoted to me. Why,
only the day before yesterday he came
back after he had gone four blocks to
kiss me goodby, and'-
"Still, said the brunette, ga week
ago he wouldn't have forgotten to kiss
you goodby when he went out the first
time.
"But he hadn't forgotten, dear.
Where was 1? Oh, when married Ed
gar of course expected that he would
make me perfectly happy, so''-
Eyes, and you expected TO make him
perfectly happy, too" broke in the
blond.
81 had already, dear; 1 had married
brutally within a month, just be.
cause
at couldn't have been millinery
bill already-was it?' thoughtfully
asked the brunette.
"Oh, mol Papa has just paid for the
hats in my trousseau, and mamma says
she wouldn't even dare to die just now
welcome as the quiet of the grave
would be-because of the expense of a
coffin.''
But about Edgar" limited the
blond. "What was the cause off,
1T was all about pie " groaned the
bride. He was perfectly horrid about
it. Why, he"-
Criticised it, of course" said the
brunette. "Pshaw That's nothing You
ought to hear the things my father
"He-he praised it,, said the bride
deliberately, land shall never forgive
him as long as l live. No, not even if l
live to be as old as that horrid Miss
Blankley he used to be engaged TO. -
81 hope you know what you are talk
ing about, DEAR said the blond. II
don't"
Il thought l had made it plain
enough for dressmaker to understand
already. Well, You see, it was this
way: Poor Edgar has to work awfully
hard. You know he made the mistake
of learning to draw, and now that he
has gone TO making posters he has to
unlearn everything he ever knew. How
ever, / try to help him all l can. Oh, /
work awfully hard; you have no idea
why. l made him pie the very first
week we were married, and he'-
''Did he say it was good?" asked the
blond apprehensively.
''He didn't say much, dear. You see,
poor Dick was dining with us. If Edgar
had praised it too much, it would have
seemed like gloating over him, you
know. But he was actually too full of
pride and joy to eat. "
"And Dick?'' said the blond
"Oh, he ate his He'-
"By the way, l hear that Dick has
recently sworn never to marry" said
the brunette.
''Indeed?" said the bride stiffly.
"Well, yesterday Edgar told me that
he must work at tbs studio all day and
bring home piece of work that he
couldn't get to suit him and work at
that half the night. / asked him if
there was nothing l could do for him,
and he kissed me and said l might
make him pie just like the one had
made before y
'And he sent you a message saying
he couldn't be home to dinner? l see, "
said the brunette.
Nothing of the kind. He came and
ate two whole pieces of it. was too
tired TO taste it myself, but didn't say
word, for he was as pale as ghost,
and''-
Look here, Elaine, said the blond
impressively, 81 hope you appreciate
that mans love. IT,
''Of course do, snapped the bride.
"Well, right after dinner he went into
his den to work. and / sat down to write
Helen letter. telling her how hap
happy was. Poor, confiding creature,
u
my goodness, wasn't he at work?
Had he slipped out to the club, orr
HE was at work About / / he came
out with the design of a poster that he
said would be his masterpiece. Oh, it
was wonderful, all green and yellow,
and to save your life you couldn't tell
the top from the bottom, so it is sure
to make great success. F"
"But l don't see how Edgar was
brutal to you. He''-
81 said, oh, Edgar, to think you can
do such lovely things and can't help
you bit. He replied: MY darling, it
is all due to you. l hadn't an idea for
it until after l had eaten that second
piece of pie, and if live until morning
all the world shall know that you alone
are my inspiration. Elisa Arm
strong in New York Journal.
Excusable Jealousy.
NIT