The Marion daily mirror. (Marion, Ohio) 1892-1912, 1909-08-02

uOuDtfnE my talenfs ana skill tOuched.
me on the raw. That's one reason
why | don't take up landscape paint
ing--fm too touchy AS to this Job,
it's mere play. You run along now,
and I'll call you when get one wall
done"
No one has ever yet buiIt or ever
VIII build a house where the corners
Of the rooms were plumb up and
down. They look to be. but they are.
not. The paperhanger measures until
he finds the true lines Mrs. Bowser
had planned for the old paper to come
on Mr.. Bowser figured that leaving
| II on would make the room warmer.
II II should so happen that there were
any germs or microbes about they
would be pasted In between and rem
dered harmless. He had no board to
paste on, but there was the bare floor.
It's all In starting the Hrst strip. Mr..
Bowser started his half an inch out
of plumb at the top. IL slanted OF to
the right at the bottom He didn't no
tice II until he hung the second strip.
Then he had to peel both Off This
time they sianted to the left on they
came again, and the third time he hit
lit--that II. he got them fairly straight,
but didn't notice the dozen wrinkles
In each strip; also that he had not
made match Of the figures. From
this he went on gayly until he reached
to the other corner OF the wall. He
had to cut n strip to I'll space. He
measured the width with his eye and
got It two inches too wide. He meas.
ured with an old bairbrush and got
Il two inches too narrow. In stepping
back to rub the top Of his bald head
and wonder what was the matter he
fell over the bare bedstead backward
and came down with an awful jar.
"what is itT asked Mrs Bowser as
she opened the door a minute later.
"Nothing-n tall. You keep
out till get this wall DONE"
But you are papering over the old
paperY
Certainly! This is cold room In
the winter, you know. The more pa,
Lper you can get on the walls the warm
er II wiil' be. II we had five thick
|
one quilt on the bed In January"
"But you've got It squeegawed, Mr..
Bowserw
"squeegawed be hanged! Where's
your squeegawT
"Here-and here-and here! And
Hook at the wrinkes"
"Not wrinkle In the whole Job but
| IN .g..A hn,
paper dries out. You've got to have
n few wrinkles or pull the wall down
"But It doesn't match" moaned Mrs
Bowser.
"woman, get out OF here! I didn't
ltry to match 1t closely. You've got te
give the stripes chance to work uI
and down until they finally adjns
themselves"
Mrs. Bowser departed with tears II
her eyes, and he turned and gave th
bedstend, three kicks and cuss ant
went back to his corner strip. 1t tool
him three.quarters of an hour to max
a match of 1t, and then his past.
hands had made the cOlors run II
spots and there were wrinkles galore
Then as hs hunted over the floor 70
his shears he trod upon freshly past
ed slip and went down on his shoulder
h Merely Sat Down to Rest.
As he went down the bureau jumpe'
at him and hit him in the small of tn
back. He lay there when Mrs. Bow
ser opened the door and looked aroun,
and asked:
"Do you know what you've done?"
T-I simply sat down to rest for
minute"
In cutting for that narrow stril
you've cut up two Of the big strips
I and now we shall be short Of paper
This is all they had Of this patterr
and now-now"-
And wien she had gone Mr.. Bowse
rose up and booted that bureau as
he were a policeman and 1t tramI
j Then he booted the bedstead agaiI
= Then he tore two Of the last strips o
1 the wall and went to his room an
changed his clothes. He was sneai
L Ing downstairs when Mrs. Bowse
faced him and asked
"Where are you going%
"Out of the house." he replied. ''
am not wanted here. am locke
: upon with dlstrust. am considere
: slouch. AS an artist my talents ar
not appreciated. Here's $40. Ge
e more paper and get your hanger, an
y be hanged to hlmw
And that's the nearest Mr. Bowse
has ever come to acknowledging tha