Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1891-09-08
Mr.. AND MRS. sowsER.
1t Makes Oui'e Difference Which One OF
the Two is Sick.
m ouad IN " Y. World.

tied up he is real sorry for her, of course
Just as sorry as any husband could be.
And, like any other husband, he stands
and surveys her for moment and then
bluntly says:
~ expected it! Finally got flat down,
eh?.'
"It's nothing" she family replies.
ooh, il isn't! Nothing for wife to
flop down and upset the whole house, l
suppose! Well, I've been looking for it
the last three months, and so I'm not
much surprised. Mrs. Bowser, it's a
wonder to me that you or any other wo-
man in New York is out OF your collin. "
'Its only-only headache, dear"
Eyes, only a headache; but what do
headaches lead to? If you are not a
dead woman before Saturday night you
may consider yourself lucky. Didn't L
warn you not TO sit in adraught-not TO
wear thin shoes-not TO eat too much In
warm weather? Little good it does to
talk to woman!"
You can't help sitting occasionally,
she replied, as she got up to wet the
bandage around her head.
"MrS. Bowser, look at MEL he SAID,
as he struck an attitude and held one
hand aloft. ''When am l ever alllng Z
When do you hear me complain? Never!
And why is it? Because, Mrs. Bowser
because / don't cram my stomach
with watermelon, buttermilk, gum
drops, custard pie, sweet cake, ginger
ale and all that! Because L don't go
around with my feet sopping wet! Be
cause know enough 10 come In wheh
it rains Because l exercise little
common sense in taking care OF my
self"
"Your dinner is ready"
"Apd I'm ready for dinner. A heal
thy, happy person is always ready for
his meals. You won't try to get up, 1
suppose"
Not now"
"Wen, you have only yourself to
blame. You may learn in time, but l
doubt it. I'd like to find one woman
with about two ounces OF horse sense in
her head before 1 die, but 1 don t ex-
pect to do it. Well, it can't be helped,
l suppose. The Lord made you that
way, and it's no use to argue"
Mr.. Bowser eats his dinner, smokes
his cigar and sings and whistles as II
the slightest noise didn't so through
her aching head like bullet. 1t never
occurs to him TO fan her, wet the ban
dage, or ask if she can't sip cup OF
tea. 1t does occur to him, however, to
say about bedtime:
''I'm sorry, of course, but then you
must have more sense. I'll go up TO
bed, and you can come when you get
ready. If you are going to kick around
much, you'd better sleep in the spare
ROOM"
Now and then the tables are turned.
Mr.. Bowser comes home to lunch, drag
cling his legs after him and looking pale
and scared.
whats the matter?" asks Mrs. Bow
ser as soon as he steps into the house.
'Got a sore throat and feel feverish.
IL think Pm going to be sick!'
She doesn't call out that It's just as
she expected, and declare that no hus-
band in New York has sense enough TO
look out for his health. She knows he
was out in draught in his Shirt-Sleeves,
but she doesn't even mention it. On the
contrary, she remarks:
Try and eat little something and
then lie down. You'd better gargle
your throat and then tie it up"
''Do you-you think its anything seri-
ous?" he whispers as he grows paler.
81 hope not, but it's best to be on the
safe side. You are subject to quinsy,
you know, and spinal meningitis begins
just this way"
81 believe Pm going to die" gasps Mr..
Bowser, and he grows so weak that she
has to take off his coat and vest and get
him on the lounge. Everything about
the house is ordered to go on tip-toe and
even the cat is put out and the clock
stopped. After his throat has been tied
ub, his shoes taken off and a quilt
thrown over him Mr.. Bowser plaintivelY
inquiries:
"Don't you think you'd better send for
a doctor?"
''Not just yet, dear. don't think it's
very serious"
MRS. Bowser, I belive I'm already
struck with deathp
Nonsense! You've just got little
Inflammation Of the tonsils."
eve felt for some days as II great
calamity hung over this household.
Hadn't we better have two doctors?"
"Just try and get to sleep, Mr.. Bow
ser, and I'll warrant you'll feel better
by night"
"Ah! how I suffer-" he groans. "You
may be a widow before the week is out.
1 hope you will always be kind to our
child. 1 have tried to be good hus-
band, and-and"-
Mrs. Bowser lays her hand on his
forehead and the tears come to his eyes
and he suddenly becomes great big
BOBBY. She has to hold his hand to get
him TO sleep, and when he wakes up he
wants eaand toast and jelly, and he is
as petulant as sick baby until finally
put to bed. He is new man when he
awakes in the morning, and when she
asks after his throat he replies:
"Throat-humph! Mrs. BowSer, for
about five hours yesterday was hover
ing between life and death. Had it
been you you would have died ten times
over, but grit pulled me through"
"Grit!"
Eyes. observation-disclosures
courage and fortitude. l let none Of
you know how bad / actually was, but
just shut my teeth and determined to
live, and here is the result Of it. All!
Mrs. BowSer, If you only had a hun
dredth part of my courage and will
power you'd be far different woman
from what you are nova far different
womanm