The Pascagoula democrat-star. (Pascagoula, Miss.) 1878-1920, 1889-03-08

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Think of il! The stuff would kill
a horse had planned, Mr.. Bow
ser, to make tIis n memorable
Christ mas for you. but now Ill be
hanged il do! You don't get rs
much out Of me as you can put
into your earl"
The corn got well in three or four
days, and it was SIX weeks before
Mr.. Bowser had another opportu-
nifty to terrfy me. One night |
had to Po down stairs for some ned
Icine for baby, and when | started
Mr.. Bowser lay on his back, his
knees drawn up, and his snore ma
king the earth tremble. When |
returned, he was behind the door
and | had 10 speak TO him twice
before he would come out.
"Mr. BowSer, what on earth ails
yon! ~ | demanded.
"Where have YOU been?'
"Down stars after the paregoric." "
"Did you upset a chair?o
"Yes. | do believe you thought
burglars were in the house, and yon
got up and hid behind the door"
You believe that, do you 2" he
shouted, as he bravely walked
around and looked over the banis-
| ter.
"WelI, there's something very
| queer about it,"
Mrs. BowSer," he said, coming
back to me, 'yOu have cast refleo-
tons on my personal courage
Your object is to humble me You
knew was after my revolver, but
YOU chose 10 cast a slur where an
other would have praised. | was
thinking of diamonds for your
Christmas presents. | shall think
OF them no more. You won't even
gel hair pin from me !"
Three or four weeks passed away,
and one evening he came home
with couple of tickets for the
theatre, and insisted that we go.
We Went. He did not like the pIay;,
somebody stole his gloye, and we
missed the last car and had TO walk
mile and a half. He restI ained
himself for the first half mile, and
then the explosion had to explode.
Mrs. Bowser," he began, "this
is The last time you will ever make
a fool oi me -
why, what have l done %
"Done! Didn't You drag me off
to The theatre and bring this result
about 2"
"No, sir. 1t was you who first
suggested our going"
1T was, ell That remark set
Ties you, Mrs. Bowser. was think
ing of pair Of bracelets and
seal-skin sacque for Christmas, but
| shall think no moreno more
If you get even paper of pins
you may be thankful"
About the first of December Mr..
Bowser went down The cellar one
evening after a scuttle of coal. On
coming up one ear of he bail gave
way and upset the scuttle, and Mr..
Bowser was thrown off his balance
and went TO the foot of the stairs.
| was in the second story and knew
of the mshap until ne |
came limping up stairs and shout
ed:
why didn't you tell me that
ear was lcose 2"
because | didn't know it,"
mo, you didn't know it because
you haven't the least interest in
what goes en- about this house.
Here I've gone and almost killed
myself on account of your care
lessness !"
"Im very sorry"
"Oh, yes. | presume so, but that
won't count. Don't expect any
Christmas gift from me, Mrs. Bow
a one-for you Son'C get
even a shoe string |"
a week before Christmas Mr..
Bowser suddenly flung down his
paper one evening and ran 10 The
back door to count the strokes of
fire alarm. He was in rush,
and there was ice on the steps, aud
he result was he got a tumb ble
which tore his coat. empt;ed his
pockets and skinned his shanks.
de dldn't say word, much To my
until he got back into the
loCse and looked 10 see that all the
loors were closed. Then he stood
before me and sternly said:
Il believe that was plot to kill
ne off,"
"Pshaw, Mfr. Bowser g' /,
"Oh, you can 'pshaw,' , and shaw {
until doomsday, but know what
know. You knew that ice was
here aud you knew | would meet |
. fall.r
did ring that fire bellp {
"Did you try TO stop me as | went {
lutg | had looked around Iii le
q see about a watch for a Christ
mas gift, 5ut this settles it. Don't
.xpect anything from me, Mrs.
}owseF."
And yet Santa Claus brought me
OTIS of nice gifts, and Mr.. Bowser
vas as happy as any one in the
louse over tie fact. Indeed, he !
,ut his arm around me and said
"I'd like 10 have bought a lot OF :
ther things. bnt money is a bit
light just now, you know"