The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1909-09-23

more pupils / can resume my lessons
with Herr Rosenstock. Now, smooth
out that wrinkle between your brows.
dear, and let's have nice supper"
That's all right for you, Dele" said
Joe. attacking a can of peas with a
carving knife and a Ratchet, but how
about me! Do you think I'm going to
let you hustle for wages while 1 phi
lander in the regions of high art? Not
by he bones of Benvenuto Cellini! 1
guess can sell papers or lay cobble-
stones and bring in a dollar or two"
Della came and hung about his neck.
Joe. dear, you are silly. You must
keep on at your studies. 1t is not as
If had quit my music and gone to
work at something else. While teach
learn. am always with my music.
And we can live as happily as million
aires on SIS week. You mustn't think
of leaving Mr.. Magister."
"All right" said Joe, reaching for
the blue scalloped vegetable dish. "But
hate for you to be giving lessons. 1t
isn't art. But you're trump and a
dear to do it."
when one loves ones art no serv-
ice seems too hard" said Della.
'Magister praised the sky in that
sketch I made in the park" said Joe.
Sand Tinkle gave me permission to
hang two Of them in his window. I
may sell one if the right kind Of
moneyed idiot sees them"
'I'm sure you WILL" said Della
sweetly. "And now let's be thankful
for General Pinkney and this veal
roast"
During all of the next week the
Larrabees had early breakfasts. Joe
was enthusiastic about some morning
effect sketches he was doing in Central
park. and Della packed him off break
tasted. coddled, praised and kissed at
o'clock. Art is an engaging mis-
tress. 1t was most times O'Clock
when he returned in the evening.
At the end of the week Della, sweet
~ proud, but languid, triumphantly
tossed three five-dollar bills on the
8 by 10 Gnches) center table of the
by 10 (feet) fiat parlor.
Sometimes" she said, little weari-
~, "Clementina tries me. Pm afraid
she doesn't practice enough, and l
have to tell her the same things so
often. And then she always dresses
entirely in white, and that does get
monotonous. But General Pinkney is
the dearest old man! wish you could
| hi "a n O.
times when am with Clementina at
the piano-he is a widower, you know
and stands there pulling his white
goatee. And how are the semiquavers
and the demisemiquavers progress
ing? he always asks.
81 wish you could see the wainscot-
ing in that drawing room, Joe, and
those astrakhan rug portieres. And
Clementina has such a funny little
cough hope she is stronger than
she looks. Oh, really am getting at
tached to her. she is so gentle and high
bred General Pinkney's brother was
once minister to Bolivia"
And then Joe, with the air Of a
Monte Cristo, drew forth ten. five,
a two and one-all legal tender notes
and laid them beside Delia's earn
ings.
''Sold that water color Of the obelisk
to a man from PEORIA" he announced
overwhelmingly.
"Don't joke with me-" said Della
mot from Peoria"
"All the way. / wish you could see
him, Dele. Fat man with a wooden
muff1er and quill toothpick. He saw
the sketch in Tinkle's window and
thought it was a windmill at first. He
was game, though, and bought it any
how. He ordered another = an oil
sketch of the Lackawanna freight de-
pot-to take back with him. Music
lessons! Oh, l guess art is still in it."
'1'm so glad you've kept on" said
Della heartily. you're bound to win,
dear Thirty-three dollars! We never
had so much to spend before. Well
have oysters tonight
"And filet mignon with champi-
gnons," said Joe. where is the olive
forkY
On the next Saturday evening Joe
reached home first. He spread his
$18 on the parlor table and washed
what seemed to be a great deal Of
dark paint from his hands.
Half an hour later Della arrived.
her right hand tied up in shapeless
bundle of wraps and bandages.
"How is this?" asked Joe after the
11s11aJ Yrnetinps Della laughed hr1t
not very joyously.
"Clementina," she explained, insist
ed upon a Welsh rabbit after her les
son. She is such queer girl. Welsh
rabbits at 5 in the afternoon. The
general was there. You should have
seen him run for the chatting dish. Joe.
Just as if there wasn't servant in
the house. / know Clementina isn't in
good health. She's SO nervous. In
serving the rabbit she spilled great
lot of it, boiling hot, over my hand
and wrist. 1t hurt awfully, Joe. And
the dear girl was so sorry! But Gen.
eral Pinkney. Joe, that old man near
ly went distracted He rushed down
stairs and sent somebody-they said
the furnace man or somebody in the
basement-out to drug store for
some oil and things to bind it up with.
1t doesn't hurt so much now"
'What's this?" asked Joe. taking the
hand tenderly and pulling at some
white strands beneath the bandages.
''It's something Soft said Della,
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