Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1890-02-17
Mr.. BOWSer'S COurtShip.

ed we are ?"
.'Yes, indeed"
"While others fell by the wayside
we are spared"
"While others quarrel and bickel
and seek the divorce courts, we love
the stronger every day"
"Yes.''
He got up and came over and kiss
ed me, and upon returning to his chair
seemed lost in reflection for a mo-
ment, then he continued:
s'How curious life is. Do you re-
member the day l first saw you?"
Il shall never forget it,
81 was on horseback, you remem-
her, and you stood on the veranda of
your fathers house.
s'You are trife mistaken, dear.
The horse had thrown you off into a
mud hole, and | shall never forget the
picture you presented as you APP
preached the house. At first l took
you for
What A horse throw me off !"
he interrupted.
Certainly. Don't you remember
how father"
Mrs. Bowser, are you crazy: L was
never thrown from a horse in my life
I'd like to see the horse which
could throw me off You must be
thinking of some one else"
''Why, dear, You lost your watch
in the mud, and father fshed it out.
Don't you remember how our negro
Tom scraped the mud off of you p
''Not by long shot No niger
ever scraped me down! You must be
thinking of that yelIow-haired dude
you used to go with"
We were both silent for a time,
and hoped it was the last of it. My
experience, although dating back over
a few years only, had satisfied me
that nothing aggravates a husband
more than to bring up the silly things
he said and did during his courtship.
1t seems to be a raw spot with them
after the honeymoon is over. But
Mr.. Bowser was not satisfied. After
four or five minutes he broke out
with:
''It's curious what Ounce a man
can make of himself with his eyes
wide OPEN"
eyes %
''The idea that 1 should ever fall
in love with you!"
''Or with your
she glared at me over the top Of
his book, and there was another pain
full silence broken at last by his say
ing:
Well, I'll admit that 1 was in love;
but fiatter myself that didn't ex-
hibit any school-boy nonsense"
''You were just like any other
young man in love, Mr.. Bowser.
They have always been that way,
and always will be, and it's no dis
credit to them"
''Do you mean to say / 'mooned'
around like a calf?" he demanded.
81 don't know how kves moon,
as you term it, but you wanted to
hold my hand, put your arm around
me, and
"Hold your hand-never -
''But you did ~
"Never-never J"
Mr. Bowser, | have one of my
old diaries. Wait till get it."
mot much You can't produce
and old diaries nor forged documents
on me anticipated an evening of
solid comfort, and you can see how
it has turned out Is it any wonder
that so many husbands seek the sa-
looms and 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 l returned to the
back parlor, Mr.. BOwser seemed
deeply interested in his reading. l
was glad of this, for felt bit con-
science-stricken, but | scarcely got
seated when he asked;
''Was Emma Davis here to-day?"
eyes"
SHOW was she looking?'
every well. l wanted her to stay
until you came home, but she had to
go at nine o'clock. She asked to be
remembered to you
"Yes, | hope she has fully forgiv-
en- me-
''What for, Mr. Bowser?''
"You know"
81 haven't the slightest idea"
"Ha! ha! hal What dissemblers
you women are. 1t was always a
sore spot with you, though you would
never admit it. How you do blush
ha !! ha ha ~
''Mr. Bowser, what do you refer to-"
''Why, there's no doubt that the
dear girl once expected to be Mrs.
De-,