Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1889-12-28
MRS. BOwSER,s DIARIES.
A Pleasant Evening at Home-Tender
RecOllections.


Now for an evening of solid comfort" said
Mr.. Bowser the other evening, as he fell into
his easy chair and cut the pages of magazine
"Slrs. Bowser, do you ever realize how blessed
We are?'
''Yes. indeed"
''While others fall by the waysde, we are
spared"
while others quarrel and bicker and seek
the divorce courts, We love the stronger every
day."
Yes"
He got up and came over and kissed me, and
upon returning to his chair seemed lost in re-
Election for moment, then he continues:
How curious life is! Do you remember the
day first saw your"
Il shall never forget it."
Il was Oh horseback, you remember, and
you stood on the veranda of your fathers
house."
You are a trife mistaken, dear. The horse
had thrown you off into a mud hole. and I
shall never forget the picture you presented as
you approached the house. At first took you
What! horse throw me Off, he inter-
rupted.
Certainly. Don't you remember how
Mrs. Bowser, are you crazy? was never
thrown from horse in my lifeI I'd like to see
must be thinking of some one else"
why, dear, you lost your watch in the mud
and father tished it out. Don't you remember
how our negro Tom scraped the mud off OF
your
Not by long-shot! No niger ever scraped
me down! You must be thinking of that yellow
haired dude you used to go with"
We were both silent for a time, and hoped
1t was the last of it. My experience, although
dating back over few years only. has satisfied
bnS
than to bring up the sill things he said and did
during his courtshlp. 1t seems to be q raw
spot with the majority OF them after the honey
moon Is over. But Mr.. Bowser was not salts
fed. After four or five minutes he broke ont
with:
Its curious what Ounce man can make
OF himself with his eyes wide OPEN"
"i.e-B?'
the idea that should ever fall in love with
your
"Or with your
He glared at me over the top of his book and
there was another painful silence, broken at
last by his saying:
We'll, I'll admit that l was in love- but I
hatter myself that didn't exhibit any school
boy nonsense"
You were just like any other young man in
love, MIR. Bowser. They have always been that
way and always will be, and it's no dIscrcdit to
them"
DO you mean to say 'mooned' around like
Il don't know how calves moon as you term
1t, but you wanted to hold my hand, put your
arm around me and''--
"llold your hand-never!"
but you didl''
'Never-neverr'
Wait until get it,"
Not much! You can't produce no old diaries
nor forged documents on me, | anticipated an
evening OF solid comfort and you can see how
1t has turned out! Is it any wonder that SO
many husbands seek the saloons aud gambling
houses OF an evening"
At this moment the cook called me out to
ask what she should prepare for breakfast, and
a quarter of an hour later. when returned to
the back parlor, Mr. Bowser seemed deeply in
terested IN his reading. l was glad of this for
felt bit conscience stricken, but scarcely
got seated when he asked:
Was Emma Davis here today?''
"Yes."
How was she looking?''
very well: wanted her to stay until you
came home, but she had to go at 4 o'clock. She
asked to be remembered to you
Yes. hope she has fully forgiven me-
"What for, Mr.. Bowser?''
"You know"
Il haven't the least idea"
cha! ha! ha! What dissemblers women are.
1t was always a sore spot with you, though YOU
would never admit it, How you do blush-ha!
ha! hal"
Mr.. Bowser, what do you refer tor"
why, there's no doubt that the dear girl
once fondly expected to be Mrs. Bowser."
'Nonsensel
"Whatr'
"Nonsense!"
'You may say that simply for revenge but 1
know better. We were as good engaged
when l met you"
Trash, sir! She was engaged to Jack
smith long before you ever saw her and they
are TO be married AS soon as his time is out in
the navy. Don't hatter yourself that she has
anything laid up against you"
Mrs. Bowserr' he began, as he got up and
crossed his hands under his coattails ''do you
know who you are talking TOT"
Il do"
"You are talking to man who could have
been Emma Davis husband two years ago."
III prove to the contrary.
'How?"
'By one of my old DIARIES"
diaries again! Always holding something
over me- Now produce! want to see one of
those diaries you talk about
ran upstairs and got them out of one of Mr.. |
Bowser's old boots, in which l keep them for
safety. There were two of them, each for
separate year, and as came down with them
he looked puzzled and stammered:
"Why-why, I-I-thought /"
''les. YOU thought you had burned them, but
you were mistaken. The books you got no
OF the other Sunday when was at church we 9
two old receipt books Of no particular value
l found everything turned topsy -turvy, and
knew what you had been up to-"
Mrs. Bowser, L"
''Wait! Let us look up the Emma Davis
matter Here it is. Under date of the 10th of
July write: Dear Emma was over today to
congratulate me on my engagement though
she added that if Bowser was the last man on
earth she would not have married him. She
says his hair reminds her of pumpkins, and
that his legs seem to be badly warped. The
dear girl also"
'.Stop!" shouted Mr.. Bowser, his face as white
as death.
"Yes, dear, but you made certain assertion.
want to disprove it. L"
Mrs. Bowser, planned for an evening of
solid comfort. You have made it an evening
of torture and regret. If never spend another
evening at home you alone will be to blame for !
it."
But you"
stop right here! This is the limit The |
worm has turned. Tomorrow morning go!" |
But he is with me yet, and have no fear but |
that we shall live out our lives together.
The B O'Clock Tea.
From the Philadelphia Press. |
From the cup of tea and slice of bread and |
butter obtained from nurse, the 80 o'clock tea, |
has grown into a miniature feast, at which |
sandwiches of all kinds are popular as the |
traditional muffin or buttered toast, and the |