The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1889-04-23
THE BOWSER FAMILY.
Mr. b. Cooks supper and Risks His Life by
Eating Some of 1t.

Eating Some of 1t.
MIR. Bowser came home the other
afternoon just in time to meet the cook
going away with her bundle. and he
rushed into the house to inquire:
Il suppose you've gone and done it
again?n
WHAT"
ABUSED and maltreated the girl un-
til her sense of justice has impelled
her to leave"
81 hadn't any thing to do with her
leaving"
Then who had? She looked heart
broken as / passed her just now"
Ibid she? Poor thing! She got a
letter this morning from her aunt in
Canada, telling her that she had been
left five thousand dollars in cash, and
advising her to come home and marry
a man who owns three farms. She
must feel very sorrowfult'
"Humph! And you didn't put toe
much work on herr"
eNo."
"Nor make her feel her positions"
mo. Her position was in the parlor
about half the time"
well, it seems very queer to me
that so many of our girls leave. Every
thing will be upset now for week, i
suppose"
s'Oh, no. You can cook, you know,
and you are such sympathetic soul
that you ought to be willing to go into
the kitchen for day or two. L shall
depend on you, Mr.. Bowser."
.sOh, you will? Not satisfied with
driving dozen poor souls to destruc-
ton, you want rub at me! wouldn't
have your spirit for all the money in
the world"
He went away with that, but he was
home an hour earlier than usual, and
when l inquired the cause he said:
What for? Why, the child and
have got to have something to eat
haven't we. and who's to cook it if
don't take hold?"
Il can cook"
MRS. Bowser, I've long felt it my
duty to give you few lessons in the
culinary art. | have held off, hoping
your pride would force you TO take
hold, but the limit has been reached.
The time has come when | must sacri.
flee my business TO enter my kitchen
and prevent my child from feeling the
pangs of hunger"
please don't"
But / will! I'm driven to it. I've
got a wife who can't cook the north
west end of last years turnip, and
who can't keep a cook over a week "a
time. I've put up with it too long
much too long, Mrs. Bowser. | mus
sacrifice my dignity to preserve th+
Life of my child
''Shan't help you get supper?"
Not a help. You'd only be in the
way. just sit down in the rocker
Mrs. Bowser, put your feet on The
lounge, get cud of gum in your mouth
and sit down and chew and chew anC
think what mean things you are going
to say to the next girl to drive hel
away. When supper is ready vii
call your royal highness."
He disappeared with that.
When he reached the kitchen HI
took off his cuffs and coat, pushed W
his sleeves, and kindled a fire. Hi:
confidence began to desert him at thi:
point and he seemed to be studying
deeply as he filled the tea-kettle ever
full and set it to boil. | had som,
fresh beefsteak in the ice box, and ht
got it out, scratched his head in {
thoughtful way, and laid it on the
kitchen table. Then he went dowr
cellar after the Ratchet, wiped the
head of it on his right leg. and pounded
away until good share of the steak
had gone into the board.
Mr.. Bowser's next move was to hunt
behind the pantry door for a spider
which we had never used. He carried
1t to the kitchen towel. gave it wipe
and then placed it on the stove. He
had heard that grease was necessary,
and he put in some butter, dropped in
his steak and soon had it sizzling.
Then he started in for the biscuit. He
got down the dish-pan, filled it almost
full, and then reflected for a moment.
took advantage of the occasion &c
open the door and remark:
''Mr. Bowser, you needn't figure On
an elaborate supper, under the circum-
stances. just make us a cup of tea
and we'll get along"
Mrs. Bowser, you ought to know
by this time that there is no halfway
work with me-" he replied, with great
frigidity. You can afford to neglect
the comfort of this family, but can
not. Please return to your gum and
your novel"
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