Judge — May 15, 1886 — page 6: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

AT THE PHOTOGRAPHER'S. THE WOMAN WHO TALKS~HER AMBITION AND HER BABY. There was.a lull in business at the new pho- tographer’s. The head of the concern had gone home to lunch. The broken-spirited young woman who received callers and answered questions was pensively gnawing a winter apple and wishing the masculine assistant worked within social proximity. A thin spin- ster in a spic and span new camel’s-hair gown was roaming around the room, examining the specimens and vainly trying to decide if she would be taken later, coquettishly peeping over her left shoulder blade in the pose of certain dimpled lassies or with upturned eyes consid- ering whether she should be taken in a cloud. ‘A gigantic rustic in rubber boots came sid- ling in to ask if he ‘should want to set to- morrow” he could and what did it ‘‘ cost to | have six cabinets.” It was perfectly evident that she had asked him to “exchange,” and he meant to do it if it took the price of three barrels of apples. He walked sheepishly about | after the spinster until he was struck by the brilliant idea of having the Roman colosseum for a background to his three-quarter vie JUDGE. PITY US! rangements, have you? Stars and stripes very uncommon then! Goodness gracious me! | Well, I spose I can pacify the young onc if |he worries, and wait while you send out and get it all if it hain't handy.” “Mr. Toucher says you might know where | you could borrow a flag.” “T borrow a flag! Well, I seo myself. It | wouldn't pay him to buy one to-day? Of all the impudence I ever met ! I guess he won't wait for me to go and borrow one, the idea !" and she swelled up so visibly that the young woman retreated behind a show-case. “I can tell him my money is as good as anybody else's money, and he hain’t no gentleman. 1 knew Ben Toucher and his folks before him. As if my baby’s photograph wasn't as desirable to take as any baby’s in this mean little mud- hole of a town—yes, and better we are, though I'd bet a good deal there is snobs you'd go right straight off for and buy no end of flags. I'll go to the city and have this picture took, Santley’s ain't no little one-horse concern, They take better pictures there for less money ‘n you ask, with railroad ticket thrown in. Him taken without any flag and not settin’ on a drum head either! Yes, I'd like to see you do it, and his father a soldier killed at Bull Run.” taken in his new shaggy overcoat. Yes, every | _. oS, a thing in the place was peaceful until the door <a opened and in bounced a very robust woman MHfowanr. with her arms full of baby and wraps—a very . . small baby of the weak eyed, pareloouion | pcre bias sagrane pleads for pity anil y ° he ve 1as no pity for us, but persists in playing sort peculiar to big, explosive mothers. She | Violets, pe-Saw,” ** Hom Home, dumped her burden on the old haircloth sofa such old chestnuts. and began: “I want him took! He is young, to be sure, but I believe in beginning early and watching the progress. It is interesting to see The shocked look of the young person caused as being kneaded like an un- uit, screeched in a truly martial sidering his size. The coal stove ut a powerful heat, and the - , ——| mother’s ire was increased by a titter from the room where the acids and the assistants dwelt ten cents to have a bald eagle perched just over peethes: ‘Sho lifted up her voles iiehlly’at his head, but I'd venter to bet you hain't got| “dtalled crossed Lworda drum beads be ; es ‘A pie no bald eagle and wouldn't take the trouble to} : seanubebenitin apa ‘em on the way up and if they don’t never |"° ee for w soldier's baby.” baby and stars and stripes, waxing madder and come up it is a satisfaction; you can see what | 8°t one, even for a soldier's baby. |madder until she vowed that no photograph they might have looked like if they had ever | Pleasedat the effect produced by her address, | sould be taken there; no, not if they begged looked like anything. Where is the head of for the young woman was speechless, the ma-/jer on bended knees. Then she went out, your concern? Gone to dinner! And |] |tfon gasped for breath, and went on: closing the door in italics. thought moon ‘d be the very time to ketch him | ‘I admire pictures that hain’t jest namby-| When the loose plastering had ceased fall- ra neat sort of job, Well, you can be git- | pamby likenesses. I mean to have some char-|ing the assistant remarked to the broken-spir tin’ things together I s'pose. His assistant |acter about my baby’s picture. I heerd of Gen-| ited young woman that they would not men- takes ‘em jest as good? I don't know about |eral somebody who had his dog took this way, tion it to the absent photographer. Faithless that. I like the first cut. However, he may |and if he done it I can with my young one, and | creatures! They well knew that he would do the planning. Now I want this baby of every soul I've talked to said it would be too| have set that soldier's baby on an oyster keg, mine took exactly as I want him. I mean to {awful cunnin’ for. anything. If he wriggles|jovingly enwrapped it in a spotted window have him a settin’ on a big drum head, envel- {and hurts the likeness, why we can pass it off curtain, artistically crossed two carving knives oped in the stars and stripes, with two swords |for a fancy picture. You can put one in yer| under its woolen socks, and if the happy crossed under his footsie-tootsies, and I'd give | winder and have one to send to the county | mother approved could even have improvised ILLUSTRATED PROVERB, “Never put off until to-morrow what youcandoto-day,"|got all the usual ar- |fair, but not out of the dozen I pay ja bald eagle out of the feather duster and a tea- ~ | for.” jwoolen comforters off | _ |the baby like coats off an onion, and when she had him where she could grip him fast she looked after the young person who had been to interview the assistant. “Is he goin’ to do it |immediately ?” she de- manded, | “He says he will i you have the accessor- lies.” | “The what ?” “Why, the American | flag and the "—— | “You don't pretend to say that he expects |me to furnish drapery for him! What is a photographer for, I should like to inquii As she talked she peeled white| jeup. ANNETTE L. NOBLE. THE STYLE. comicbooks.com