West Virginia argus. [volume] (Kingwood, W. Va.) 1877-1946, 1891-12-24
OF two before I'm through. Coed
woman. but she thinks she knows
it all. Razor just slides--p"

=" ""l 'niHs -guSI tue neau OF
pimplev' he whispered to himself.
Barber told me to keep my arm
stiff, and | forgot. Can'texpect to
get the hang OF II IN one minute
you know. A little more lather."
He lashered away until II began
to drop OF, and then picked up the
razor again.
1.-The idea OF me throwing away
$3.50 to the barbersl" he muttored
as he laid the fiat of the razor on his
cheek. "Well better late than nev.
er. No particular hurry about
this. however. Feller wants TO
give himself time to get tho hang Of
it. Perhaps I'd better begin on my
chin first. Don't suppose it makes
any great difference whether |
shave up or down, so long as II"
"Mr. Bowser. what's the mat.
ter?" called Mrs. Bowser as she
kicked on the door.
Nothing" ho answered.
"Then what are you jumping
around so for? 1 thought you'd
shake the chandeliers dowup
"The blamed thing must have
slipped on me-" he growled as he
returned to the glass TO survey the
cut. Probably didn't hold i,
exactly right. All! that's more like
the way the barber told me to hold
1T. Now. then, take it easy till you
get the hang OF it. May be ten
minutes this time, but on the next
occasion I'll--w
=" MIR. Bowser open this door!"
called Mrs. Bowscr from the hall.
"W.what do you w.want?" he
gasped.
II want to know what all this
swearing and kicking over the chairs
means' Didn't | tell you how you
would come outp
+" You go away! I'm all right It
was the man next door you heard!"
lie heard her go away after bit,
and he went back to the glass to
whisper:
I'll be hanged il | haven't
pretty near cut my old chin off
What in Texas ails the old thing.
anyhow! I'll get the hang Of il 1t
cuts my head off! don't have lath.
or enough" "
lie lathered some moro. Then
he picked up the razor and care
fully examined both sides and the
edge and back. Then no laid the
fit Of the blade on his chin and
smilrd sweetly and whispered:
d" Probably little nervous, be.
ing the first time. I'll just get to
it by degrees. That's the way to do
il! No barber ever slid razor ov-
er my chm amy richer than that.
The idea OF Mrs. BOwser calling il
sl0 thrown right away! That's the
way with n woman. III they can
save cent here they will waste II
= dollar there. Pll-I"
Mrs. Bowser heard a yell and
started for the stairs. Ste met Mr..
Bowser halfway up. The latber
was flying about and the blood
streaming down on his shirt bosom,
and his eyes we're as big MS onions.
"Well, didn't ! say SOL" she de-
m lnded.
Her words brought Mr.. Bowser
to himself lie turned back. beck.
oned for her to follow, and ~ they
entered the bedroom he silently
pointed. The razor lay OIL the floor
the bowl was broken in three pieces
and there was lather everywhere.
"Well?" she quericd, as she pick
cd up three towels aud placed two
chairs OH their legs again.
Woman he horsely whispered
''this Is too much"
"Why, what have / done?"
"Sure! Don,l Look at mel"
" Yes. but you tried to shave
yourself"
" But who dragged me- into it?"
"Mr. Bowscr, you certainly can't
blame me. told you before you"
That's enough! This is the
limit ] understand it all, and can
see just how you planed it! II is
not your fault that ] did not cut
my throat, and that you are not
now a widow! Mrs. Bowsor, leave
me to myself haye some papers