The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1889-07-24
BOWSER IN THE COUNTRY.
HE ENJOYS AIR AND MOSQUITOES.
His Original Method of Milking Not In
dOrsed by the COw-A Night of Misery
The Retreat Homeward-A Di-
vorce Impending.
Detroit Free Press.I


"WeI, what do you Think exclaimed
Mr.. Bowser as he came hurrying home
from the Office the other afternoon.
Have you gone and got some more
hens or bought another horse?"
Mrs. Bowser, the event Of our life is
about to happen"
"What is it2''
You know Gregg? Well, Gregg owns
a little farm out here about two miles.
There's a good house on it, and he SAYS
we can occupy it for the summer. We
will have COW and horse, pigs, poultry
and other stock, and we'll 60 out there a1Sa
tan up and get lat and have the bast tin, ,
in the world
a don't think much of the idss.I1r.
Bowser."
"You don't. You don't want cool
breezes, fresh aegz, nesh berries, rich
milk, songs Of birds, lowing OF the kline
and rest from care
'You viii be disappointed If you expect
any such thing
Il will, Ell? Perhaps I don't knew
what the country is. You are always
ready to throw cold water on any of ny
plans | shall 60 anyhow"
That was the beginning. and at the end
Of three days yielded, woman-like.
One Monday morning we took the tran
and started, having engaged a farmefs
daughter to take charge of the kitchen,
and at the nearest railroad station va
were met by farmer and his lumber wa
gon. The sun poured down its hotties,
the dust had covered grass and bushes,
T and as we logged and jolted along tho
farmer queried Of Mr.. Bowser:
Come out for your health, l suppose =
Eve did. All this country air has al,
ready refreshed me"
HAS, en-? Well, there's heaps of It.
and I'm thinking you'll get all You want
in about a week. l think a city chap is q
blamed fool to come out here.
do you? Why the doctors recon-
mended It. That boy ought to gain a
pound a day, and 1 am sure my wife will
brace right up with these pastoral scenes
| before her eyes"
The doctors and pastoral scenes be
| burned" growled the farmer, as he turned
TO his horses, and those were the last
words he uttered until he landed US at the
gate.
1t was a comfortable frame house, and I
/ did not observe the surroundings until al
| ter dinner. The barn haC partly fallen in.
| giving it a wierd and lonely look; most OF
! the fencing was down, a gust Of wind had
/ laid the smoke house on Its back, and
| nearly every tree and bush about the
house was dead or dying.
is this one of the pastoral scenes you
referred tor / asked of Mr.. Bowser.
There you GO" he snapped. You
can't expect things to look as nice out
balmy breezes and the rest.
:You spoke OF hunting hens eggs in the
meadow grass"
so we will-come on"
He made a dash for a big patch OF bur-
docks near the back door, got tangled up
in the ruins OF a barrel, and when he got
up he had a cut on his shin and his nose
was bleeding. He tried TO make light OF
the affair, but ii was hard work.
When l asked after the horse and vehi-
Gle in which We were to take our morning
iaunts he walked down to the BARNARD
and pointed out q raW-boned old yellow
horse, so weak that he could not brush the
flies away, and a One-horse wagon, quaint
enough to have taken Its place in a mu-
scum.
You'll have our photographs taken after
We all get seated IN that rig, won YOU .
/ asked.
That's it; Just as I expected Mrs.
Bowser, what did YOU come out here for
Because you obliged me 10"
4 did, ehl Not by a long shotl You
came to restore your health and to give
our child a chance for his lie. L will be
the making of him. No more doctors
bills for US.
In the afternoon Mr.. Bowser swung his
hammock in the orchard. This was some
thing he had dotted on for a week. He
had scarcely dropped into it when three
or four caterpillars dropped on 70 him,
and be put in the rest OF the afternoon on
the hard boards of the yeranda. The COW
came sauntering up about 3 o'clock, Gov
cred with flies and mosquitoes, and the
girl limited to Mr.. Bowser that he was ex-
! pected to milk.
ooh, certainly" he replied. Wouldn't
give a cent for farm life unless l could
| milk a COW or two. | used to sing a bal
lad while I was milking"
The girl and I watched him as he took
the pail and stool and approached the
COW. The COW also watched him. Folks
! generally sit down on the right-hand side
of the COW to milk. Mr.. Bowser took the
other side.
what are you trying to do" called to
| him from the gate.
Mrs Bowser, when l want to learn
anything about a COW I'll ask you for the
information. / think / know my bust
ness.
So did the COW. She had been fooled
with long enough. and she suddenly
planted a hoof against Mr.. Bowser with
such vigor that be rusrN y Ger in con-
| fused heap. Between uAf2 aim into
the house, and the girl NV lAe milk
| ing. Mr.. Bowser recovered NSfonI the
shock after a while, and ] felt 1t my duty
to inquire:
"Mr. Bowser don't Won think a week OF
these pastoral scenes viii be enough for
us?"
"No, nor six weeks" he growled.
Nothing would do but you must 90 into
the country, and now III give you enough
of it.
"Why, Mr. BOwserW
"You needn't why Mr.. Bowser me- You
gave me no peace until I agreed 10 come,
and now I'll remain here five straight
/ years.
When the summer sun went down and
the stars come out we were not as happy
as we might have been. Mr.. Bowser still
held his hand on his stomach, the baby
cried because the milk tasted of wild on
ions and the girl lost the old oaken bucket
in the thirty-foot well while getting a pail
of fresh water. / asked Mr.. Bowser when