Daily Republican. [volume] ([Wilmington, Del.]) 1874-1890, 1888-09-14

soft corn, he gruffiy observed:
Serves you just right Go and get
It cut OIL How long do you suppose
man would put up with such non.
sen ser"
"But 1t would nearly kill me to have
II taken outi"
"Oh, well, do as you please about Il,
but want you to understand one
thing, Mrs Bowser, | don't propose
that this house shall be ali upset Just
because you have a corn"
Some husbands would feel sorry."
Would theyH Well, when a wife
goes at It deliberately and wilfully to
cripple herself her husband is an idiot
to pity herP'
Three or four days subsequently Mr.
Bowser came home an hour ahead of
time. He looked pale and anxious,
and was seriously frightened for the
moment.
''Is-is mother sick or deadf" asked
as met him at the door.
II only wish it was nothing more
serious"
"What can 1t beS'
"Look hereP
He pulled down his collar and
showed me a red spot on the back OF
his neck, and plaintively added:
II went to the doctor. He says its
q boill'
"Well, I've expected 1t. Mr.. Bow
ser, you are the most careless man In
Michigan. What on earth have. you
been thinking OFF"
"Carelessl Thinking off" he rosred.
DO GU suppose picked this Internal
thing up on some vacant lot, or bought
It at some corner grocery"
"Well, 1t Is very strange that you
should have a boil. You'd better have
it cut of at once. I.wouldnit fool with,
1t two minutes"
He looked at me as though he
thought l had gone crazy, and then he
shut his teeth together as If determined
to say no more about 1t. He stood 1t
for two hOurs, and was then compelled
to say: ...
81 suppose / had better get this col
lar of and put on poultiee,"
II presume it would be good
plan" ..-..
He waited half an hour more, and
then had to give in and ask:
''Mrs. BOwser, can't you make me a
poullice9"
made him one, and the application
30 relieved the pain foT q few minutes
that he recovered his coneeit. Walk.
ing to and fro with his hands under his
coat tails, he said:
shall we go to the opera this even.
ing Mrs. Bowser, or is that corn of
yours too painiul2"
care you feeling betterY'
"BetteTl always feel well, Mrs.
Bowser. / shouldn't have noticed this
boil at all IL the doctor hadn't happen.
ed into the office. / wish you were
more of philosopher on the subject
of bearing pain. You women folks
are"
He stopped there and gave a Jump.
The momeniary benefit of the warm
duplication had passed away, and the
bail was at home again to all callers,
Mr.. BowseE stood 1t about two minutes
and then groaned.
"Anything wrong9" l asked,
"Wrong2 JeWhittaker iehosaphstf
but I'm half deadl Mrs. Bowser, I've
got boill BoILi BOIL Do you hear
me?n
did you happen to notice it your
IselfH" innocently asked.
He crossed over snd pumped down
into rocking-chair and his chin be-
gan to culver.
When a man's chin begins to work
that way it's time to let up on him; his
grit is gone. went over and smooth
ed his bald pate, and encouraged him
To hope for the best, and in little
time had him tucked up on lounge.
He seemed on the point of going to
sleep. when he suddenly reused up
land asked:
people often die with boils on the
neck, don't they7"
VERY seldom.
"Do you think there is any-any
danger in this casef"
Hardly"
he was quiet again for a few min,
Tutes, and then he groaned out:
"Mrs. Bowser, can't you keep that
lyoung'un quiet2"
''He's only talking to himself"
"But he wants to understand that
his father has boil. And there goes
that girl thrashing about the Kitchen
Iagain. Go out and tell her you'll dis
lcharge her If she don't make less noise.
It seems as If there was q conspiracy
to kill me of.
Next morning the boil had doubled
In size without making any further 40.
Isessment on the stakeholder, and Mr.
iBowaer was broken In two. When !
lgot him down stairs and on the lounge
in the sitting-room his lip hung down
like grocery awning, and he teebly
said:
.Just bring me little milk toast,
Mrs. Bowser. It will probably be the
last meal I shall ever eat -
Alter breakfast he took sudden no
Ition to read the papers. Some of the
reporters had caught on and there waf
an item reading:
"Bowser's got one on the neck
Hang on to it, old chappie-it's good
for the system"
"Stop that paper this very day, Mrs
BowserI" he exclaimed, as he flung IL
down.
But 1t is only pleasant little
Ejoke."
little jokel Dittle joke on a promi
Inent citizen who is on the brink oi
1.-THE grave, and whose loss will be q
State calamity Stop it, Mrs. Bowsei
stop itl''
1 A neighbor-one of Mr.. Bowser's
best friends-dropped in during the
forenoon, and finding him fiat down
Eagerly inquired the cause.