Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1888-11-02
OLD LOVE LETTERS


thing. / nov desire to reiterate that adj
vice really don't know how could get
along with Mr. Bower il l did not have{
this leverage on him. Like all other hus-
bands he has his sudden fits and his hours
of forgetfulness. He wanted a pair of
pincers to use for something, and because
they were not right at hand he made a
gesture of despair and exclaimed:
COB, Of course I must get used to it, |
suppose. Such .housekeeper as you are,
Mrs. BowserP $50 80 sz ~
Here they are You left 'em on the
lounge yourself last night"
LAY It to me, Of course What's that
young 'un believing about now%
He fell down"
Doesn't he know enough to stand up +?
Did the wood come up?'
"No."
at didn't? I ordered it the first thing
this morning. This is the worst run house
in Detroitp
"Do l run the wood yardsg
"But why didn't you tell me it hadn't
come up? It's a wonder the girl hasn't
quit to climax our troubles"
"She went an hour agop
Mr.. Bowser sat down and looked at me
a long time. Then ne sighed deeply and
said;
Well, l suppose I must stand it, but
it's hard-very hard This is what comes
of marrying girl who has been brought
up on caramels and novels"
| went up stairs and brought down the
package CT letters. Selecting one marked,
Exhibit Allied September 10, 1884" l
began to read: Sasesszzs3
My Angel One-I send you another
box Of caramels and five of the latest nov
els, aud hope you win thoroughly enjoy
them. You were lamenting the fact that
you knew so little Of homework. | am
glad Of it. Angels are not expected to fry
pork and wash dishes You shall have a
dozen housekeepers when we are married,
and you shall never know a household
care"
"Thafs base forgerym shouted Mr..
Bowser, as | finished reading
Oh, no, it isn't. I expected the day
would come when you would say so, and
so | prepared for it. See here; my mother
attests it as a witness"
Well, if I wrote it ! must have been
asleep"
"And only the other day, Mr.. Bowsor,
when ! got new dress home you said
hadn't any more taste than Q clam, and
that my ideas Of harmony would stop a
clock"
Yes, and meant it. You were always
that way"
"Wa5 I?o
l selected letter marked Exhibit A
2--fled September IS, 1884" and read:
" My Beautiful-The picture of my dear
one as she appeared to me last night has
been with me ali day. You have the taste
of queen in your toilet, and harmony is
second nature with yon. Oh my little
angel, you"
q wrote that, did ! ~ sternly demanded
Mr.. Bowser.
"Of course"
Never The man whosays I was ever
fool enough TO write such stuff must die p
1t IS duly attested Mr.. Bowser, and
you can't deny your writing | haven't
changed a bit in my tastes since my mar
riage. Indeed, think have improved"
There goes that young 'un again! He
isn't happy unless he is bellering like a
calf mired in ditch"
But see here, Mr. Bowser."
And | selected a telegram marked, "Ex-
hibit B-1-original," and attested By
father, mother and nurse, and read
Chicago, November 20, 1887. My
Darling: Thank God for the news Of the
birth of our son My heart swells with
love and gratitude 1t is our bond of love-
Heaven has surely blessed u.s. Again
thank God. VIII be home Sunday night
Bowser."
l never sent it p shouted Bowser.
Nos xyor1 IiA = Il
convict you. There isn't q mention about
calf in this and as for 'bellering YOU
never dreamed Of it"
sob, well, have it your own way. You'd
have the last word if / was diving. Some
wives are built that way. If 1 was like
some husbands I'd assert my authority"
But you are not, Mr. Bowser, SIS this
will prove"
And | selected q letter marked. "Ex-
hibit C-1-original," and attested, and
read:
"My Dearest Love-In reference to our
conversation last night, wish to say that
/ have always held and always shall hold
that husband and wife should be equal in
authority. Neither has the right to die
tate TO the other, though if either had the
right l would give it all to you. We
shall never have q word of dispute-not
one. If there is any 'bossing' you may
do it."
And do you dare charge me with writ
ing such stuff as that p gasped Mr.. Bowser.
= do. Here is the proof, and you can't
wiggle out of it."
g i wrote Dearest Lovey,' did II?
You did. Indeed, Mr. Bowser, you
were far gone sbont those days"
was, eh ? Well, you can't make me
believe that ever wrote any such internal
bosh as that You'll next charge me with
writing you up in verse"
"You even did that, sir Just wait"
| selected q letter marked, Exhibit G
Very choice" and read:
The twilight cometh softly down,
as sinks the sun away,
And little children go to bed
All weary with their play.
Where is my love this glorious eve
Where doth her proud foot rest?
And where that head of golden hair
Which shall ever bless?
"And you say l wrote that p whispered
Mr.. Bowser.
"You did. It's beautiful thing. too.
can see those little children going right
to bed You spoke of my 'hoofS the other
day, and you had slur aboutmy red headl
Only four years ago it was my proud foot
and my golden head +"
He was silent.
"Do you want any more, Mr.. Bowser,"
asked.
Mrs Bowser, don't say that you are
not as good as the average wife, but l do
say that you have a mighty mean trick
streak in your composition. 1t may be
possible that while l lay burning with
fever, or while suffering from nervous
attack, I may have written a portion of
those letters. The rest are base forgeries,
of course, and you are holding them over
me as q menace. Is that wifely ~