Nevada County picayune., 1891-12-10
NR. AND MRS. BOWS SER.
All husbands are "streaky."

l N11N 'A I'C H'o r@'CN' NS f'>' ''' S'''' al of a sudden and with no valid ex- cuse they will break out in the most surprising manner. When MT. Bowscr left the house after lunch the other day he was in a great good humor, and stopped to say:
 II think I'll stop and get tickets for the thcater tonight and we'll put in an enjoyable evening"
 When he returned at six he as- cended the steps with scuff scuff !! scuff unlocked the front door, gave it kick, and made his way into the back parlor to growl:
 Mrs. Bowser, do you pretend to run this house on system !'
 "Why, what is wrong, dear?" she querled in reply.
 "There's lots of things wrong l had scarcely left the office when this overcoat button came off. l laid this coat off the fifth of last May, and you've had five months to secure that button.
 But 1 didn't know it was loose. Why didn't you tell me-"
 Why haven't l told you ten thousand other things that ought to be done There are wives who glance at their husbands clothing once or twice a year and discover what repairs are needed. l want a alarming needle and apiece Of string"
 But I'll sew the button on"
 No; I'll do It myself. l don't want to take up your valuable ilme. v r And despite Mrs. Bowser's en- treaties and protestation she threaded the needle with piece of string and sat down and sewed on the button. He got it an inch out of line with the buttonhole, of course, and of course it wouldn't have staid five minutes in any event but he had carried his point. When he had laid the coat aside he asked:
 "Have we got bradawl and ( piece of waxed-end in the house!'
 "I don't tmnk so. What do you want of them ~
 "ro mend my suspender, ol course l hadn't got a hundred feet from the house this noon wher it busted on me as usual. If there $ another house in tue United States run like this one I'd like to hear oi it and go and sit down on the door steps for half an hour. Perhaps can repair it with piece of clothes line until can get down towr again.
 But you can't blame, me, Mir. Bowser.' she said.
 "O' of course. not; you are not tc blame for anything"
 But how did know your suspen, der was ready to break"
 That's all right, Mrs. Bowser I'll get plecc of clothesline or barb. ed wire and make repairs and yor needn't worry at all. There arc : wives and wives"
 Are we going to the theater" she asked, as he began pacing up and down tine room with his hand, under his coattais.
 What" he shouted, in voc. which jumped the eat out of th' room.
 Are we going to the theater?"
 "Theatcr. Theater! Have yor gone crazy; Mrs Bowser, look-a there, and then talk theatcr to me :.
 He unlaced one of his shoes and kicked it off, and there at the end ot his big toe, was hole about as big ss T nickel.
 II was intending to go to tn, theater, " he sad, as he stood and pointed at the hole, but cant get away this evening. have got tc stay home and darn my socks. That hole there has started a corn on my toe this very day"
 MT. Bowser. those socks were brand new yesterday morning when you put them on!' exclaimed Mrs. Bowser, with a good deal of energy.
 70, of course! l probably cut that hole with the shears. l want q alarming needle and some string or something. As long as I've got to take care of my clothes through the rest of my life. might as we'll begin to night"
 Mrs. Bowser protested, but he threaded 5 ing-needle with a piece of red string and used up about eight feet of l, iH