Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1900-10-11

gave her n kiss. "WelI, it's the pic
ture of the best little wife on top Of
this earth, and she's standing right be-
side me at this moment. What have
you got to say about itf"
TIT was awfully kind OF you"
Don't mention it. l wish 1 could
have presented you with 40 Of 'em.
It's you to a dot. 1 think it the best
piece of work / ever saw. That boy
will make his mark II. he keeps on.
Now, then, Pm going to ask Davis and
his wife to run in and look at it."
81 don't think L would-not tonight"
But why? Davis claims to know all
about art, and / want his criticism.
He'll try to find some flaw, but he'll
have mighty hard work. Mrs. Davis
will probably want one done by the
same boy"
81 don't think they are home this
evening" said Mrs. Bowser as she
tried to hide her feelings and took
closer look at the picture.
The crayon was the work of black
and white and industry. The office
boy wasn't up on backgrounds. He coz
sidered backgrounds and foregrounds
a useless waste of material He had
never taken particular notice of how
the head and arms Of his fellow beings
were nailed on. and in working from
photograph he had corrected several
mistakes Of the photographer. He had
enlarged the mouth. been generous
with the ears and given the chin a
slant on an entirely new line. He had
also improved the eyes to match the
mouth-that is. one Of them was cock
ed up in surprise ana the other drawn
down IN n squinf Mrs. Bowser's heart
stood still as she noted all these things
and n dozen more. That crayou was a
token Of love. aLi how could she find
fault with It? She couldn't She gave
Mr. Bowscr u kiss and ran up stairs as
II 10 hide her cOyness. He was calling
1t coyness and chucklns and rubbing
his hands when Davis walked in.
'What on earth is thatY' he qucrled
as hc looked at the crayon.
"And you don't recognize ltp' ex-
claimed Mr.. Bowser.
Hanged II | do or you either! II
may be your cook. your grandmother
or the woman who sells horse radlsh
on this street Ye gods Bowser. take
II DOWN.
WHATS wrong with ltT
"It would scare n horse If you hung
II up in the stablel Why, | could hold
a stick OF crayon between my toes and
do better work. For heavens sake,
but don't let your wife see itp
"But she has seen IT,"
"Thcn go and apologize; buy her off;
lie out Of H. Poor womanl / can un-
derstand how she Is sufferlngl Fix II
up Bowser-for mercy's sake, fix II up
with her! Good night! | was going to
ask you to step around to the club, but
you want to get rid of that"
Mrs. Bowser was listening on the
stairs. The cat came creeping I'm as
Mr.. Bowser stood there and wondered
where the shrapnel shell would burst.
The clock licked five minutes away in
to eternity, and then Mr.. Bowser
moved. He moved with n jump. He
rushed forward and grabbed that cray
on ana pulled on 1t until he broke the
wire. Then he raised It on high and
brought II down with n smash and
Jumped on II again and again. The cat
flew out Of the room, and Mrs. Bowser
uttered words Of thankfulness. by
and by Mr.. Bowser came up TO go to
bed. He was silent and stern.
"Did-did anything fall down staIrsT
asked Mrs Bowser after awhile.
"Ycs; something fell"' he sternly re-
piled "And II will probably be better.
while our lawyers are consulting about
the divorce, for you to go home to your
mother. believe the train leaves nj
noon" NJ. QUAD.