The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1891-10-31

Id$S Gnree m0nBns, anu 80 4 Ii AOb AA1uSA
snsprised. Mrs. Bowssr, it's wonder to
re *A&t you or any other woman In Ne"
York Is cat OF her comm
''It's only-oRly headache, dear"
"yAs, only headache; but what do head
I seiees lead &c? Ii you are not dead WON.
an before Saturday night you may consider
yourself lucky. Didl't / warn you not to
s;s In 3 draft. act to wear thin shoes, not
20 aAs TOO much in warm weather. Little
gCec IL does to talk TO a woman
You can't help ailing occasionally" she
! replied, as she got up TO wet the bandage
around her head.
Mrs. Bowser, look at meP' he said, as
be struck an attitude and held one hand
aIoft when am / ever ailing7 When do
| you hear me complaint Neverl And why
! Is it? Because. Mrs. Bowser-because
! don't cram my stomach with watermelon,
buttermilk, gumdrops, custard pie, sweet
cake, ginger ale, and all thatl Because
| don't go around with my feet sopping wet
Because know enough to come in when i.
rainsI Because exercise little common
sense in taking care of myselfP
Your dinner is ready"
And Pm ready for dinner. A healthy,
! happy person is always ready for his meals.
Yon won't try to get up, l suppose"
Not now"
well, you have only yourself to blame.
You may learn in time, bat | doubt it. I'd
! like to find one woman with about two
ounces of horse sense in her head before
! die, but ! don't expect to do it. Well, it
can't be helped, l suppose. The Lord
made you that way. and it's no use to ar
que"
Mr. Bowser eats his dinner, smskes his
cigar and sings and whistles as if the
slightest noise didn't go through her ach'
ing head like q bullet. 1t never occurs to
him to fan her, wet the bandage or ask il
she can't sip cup of tea 1t does occur to
him, however, to say, about bedtime;
Pm sorry, of course, but then you must
have more sense. I'll go up 10 bed and
you can come when you get ready. Ii you
are going te kick around much, you'd bet
ter sleep in the spare ROOM
Now and then the tables are turned.
Mr. Bowser comes home to lunch, drag
ging his legs after him and looking pale
and scared.
whats the natter" asked Mira. Bow
SER as soon as he steps into the house.
"Got a sore throat and feel feverish.
IL think Pm going to be sickF'
She doesn't call out that it's just as she
expected and declare that no husband in
New York has sense enough to look out
for his health. She knows he was out in
draft in his shirt sleeves, but she doesn't
even mention it, On the contrary, she re-
marks:
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-
ousi" he whispers, as he grows paler.
Il 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"
II 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 tiptoe, and even
the cat is put out and the clock stopped.
After his throa5 has been tied up, his Shoes
taken off and quilt thrown over him Nh
Bowser plaintively inquiries:
Don't you think you'd better send for
doctor?" .d1
Not just yet. dear. don't think it's
very serious"
"Mrs. Bowser, | believe Pm already
struck with deathP
"Nonsensei You've just got little in
fammation of the tonsils."
"Tve felt for some days as IL a great ca
Iamity hung over this household. Hadn't
we better have two doctorsp
Just try and get to sleep, Mr.. Bowser,
and I'll warrant you'll feel better by
night"
"Ahl how suffer-" he groans. "You
may be a widow before the week is out.
hope you will always be kind to our child.
| have tried to be good husband, and
and"- -
Mrs. Bowser lays her hand on his fore
head tenderly, and the tears come TO his
eyes and he suddenly becomes a great big
BOBBY She has to hold his hand to get
him to sleep, and when he wakes up he
wants tea and toast and jelly and he is as
petulant as a 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 lowering
between life and death. Had it been you
you would have died ten times over, but
grit pulled me through"
'GritP
yes. Grit-sand-pluck-Spa cour-
age and fortitude. | 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, Ahl Mrs. Bowser. if you
only had hundredth part of my courage
and will power you d be far different wo-
man from what you are nova far differ
ent woman"-M. Quad in New York