Idaho County free press. [volume] (Grangeville, Idaho Territory) 1886-current, 1888-11-30
1HE BOWSER FAMILY.
Cranky MIR. Bowser Has "a u I'll and Makes
Things Hum for Few DAYS.


soft corn, he gruf1ly observed:
Serves you just right Go and get
1t cut off. How long do you suppose
man would put up with such nom
sense
but it would nearly kill me to have
it taken Quit"
ION, well, do as you please about it,
but l want you to understand one
thing. Mrs. Bowser, | don't propose
that this house shall be all upset just
because you have a corn"
''Some husbands would feel sorry"
would they? Well, when wife
goes at it deliberately and willfully to
cripple herself her husband is an idiot
to pity herr
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.
Isis mother sick or dead?' I
asked, as | met him at the door.
81 only wish it was nothing more
serious"
What can it be?'
Look here"
lie pulled down his collar and
showed me red spot ON the back of
his neck, and plaintively added:
Il went to the doctor. lie says it's
boil
well, I've expected it.. Mr. Bow
SCI. you are the most careless man in
Michigan. What on earth could you
have boon thinking OFF"
Careless! Thinking orr he roarcd
lido you suppose picked this informal
thing up on some vacant lot, or
bought it at some corner grocery"
well, it's very strange that YOU
should have boil. You'd better
have it cut off at once. | wouldn't
fool with it two minutes"
He looked at me as if he thought
I'd gone crazy, and then he shut his
teeth together as if determined to say
40 more about it. He stood it for two
nours, and was then compelled to say:
II suppose I'd better get this collar
of and put on u poultice."
Il presume it would be a good
plan"
He waited half an hour more, and
then had to give in and ask:
Mrs. Bowser, can't you make me u
poultice?'
! made him one, and the application
So relieved the pain for Il few minutes
that he recovered his conceit Walk
ng 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 painfully
Are you feeling better?"
Better! | always feel well, Mrs.
Bowser. | shouldn't have noticed this
boil at all ii the doctor hadn't hap
pened 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 momcntary benefit of the warm
/ application had passed away, and the
boil was ut home again to all callers.
Mr., BOwser stood it about two minutes
and then groaned.
"WrongP Jewhittaker jehosaphatl
but I'm half deadl Mrs. Bowser, I've
got boil! boil! Boil! Do you hear
me?"
Did you happen to notice it your
Self?" l innocently asked.
He crossed over and pumped down
into rocking-chair, and his chin be-
gan to culver. When mans chin be-
gins to work that way it's time to let
up on him. His grit is gone. went
over and smoothed his bald pate, and
encouraged him TO hope for the best,
and in a little time has him tucked up
on the lounge He seemed on the
point of going to sleep, when he sud-
denly reused up and asked:
People often die with bols on the
neck, don't theyPn
Very seldom"
''Do you think there is any-any
danger in this case?"
'Hardly.n
He was quiet again for few min
utes, and then he groaned out:
Mrs. Bowser, can't you keep that
young 'un quiet?"
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 again
90 and tell her you'll discharge her
If she doesn't make less noise. 1t
seems as if there was conspiracy to
kill me ofin
Next morning the boil had doubled
in size without making any further as
sessment on the stockholders, and Mr..
BOwser was broken in two. When
got him down stairs and on the lounge
in the sitting-room, his lip hung down
like a grocery awning, and he feebly
said:
just bring me a little milk toast,
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