The new North-west. [volume] (Deer Lodge, Mont.) 1869-1897, 1891-10-23
MR. AND MRS. BoWsER.


1E MnKe9 ttu1Ie . D1uerenEC Nnlcf Un6
of the Two Ia Sick.
When Mr.. Bowser comes home and finds
his wife.lying down witt her head tied up,
he is real sorry for her. Of cnu7se-jcst as
sorry as any husband could r. And, like
any other husband, lie stands and surveys
her for n moment aud then bluntly says
II expected itl Finally got fiat down.
eh?"
''1t's nothing" She faintly replies.
"Ohl 1t isn't! Nothing for wife to flop
down and upset the whole house, sup
posel Well. Ive been looking for it the
last three months, and so Pm not much
surprised. Mrs. Bowser. it's wonder to
RE that you or any other Woman in New
York is out of her cof1nl'
"It's only-only u headache, dear"
tYes only II headache; but what do head
aches lead to2 If you are not Il dead wom-
an before Saturday nightyou may consider
yourself lucky. Didn't warn you not to
sit in draft, not to wear thin shoes, not
to eat too much in warm weather. Little
good it does to talk to womanp'
"You can't help ailing 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
nloft. when am ever ailing? When do
you hear me complaint Ncverl And why
is it? Because, Mrs Bowser-bccause /
don't cram my stomach with watermelon,
buttermilk, gumdrops, custard pie, sweet
cake, ginger ale, and all that! Because
don't 30 around with my feet sopping wetl
Because know enough to come in whenit
rains! Because exercise little common
sense in taking care Of myself"
'Your dinner is ready"
And Pm ready for dinner. A healthy,
happy person is always ready for his meals
You won't try to get up, supposes"
Not now"
tWell, you have only yourself to blame
3ostanaY icslrn In time, but doubt it. I'd
like to find one woman with about two
ounces of horse sense in her head before l
s'se, but don't expect to do it. Well, it
canis ha helped, ! suppose The Lord
made ,iau that way, and it's no use TO ar
que"
Mr.. BowsefTeats his dinner. stenkes his
cigar and sings and whistles rs If the
slightest noise didn'tlsso through her ach-
ing head like bullet. IL never occuTa to
him to fan her, wet the bandage OF ask if
she can't sip a cup of tea II tEloas accur to
him, however, to say, about be<ststne: 's5 sSl
Pm sorry, Of course, but then sou must
have more sense. 1'll go up TO bed and
you can come when you get ready. If yon
are SOluH 10 klGh ufOillA HlGSNf yCIu Uet-
ter sleep i'll the spare room"
Now and then the tabies are turned
Mr. Bowser comes home to lunch, drag
ging bis legs after him and looking pale
and scared.
whats the mattcr!" asked Mrs. Bow.
ser, as soon as he steps into the house.
Got sore throat and feel feverish.
II think I'm going to be sickP'
She doesn't call ont 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
a 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 it's anything seri-
ons!" he whispers, rs 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
IT believe I'm going to die, tsasps 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 90 on tptoe, and even
the cat is put out and the clock stopped.
After his throat has been tied up, his shoes
taken off and Il quilt thrown over him Mr..
Bowser plaintivcy 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, | believe Pm already
| struck with DEATH"
NONSENSE! You've just got Il little in
| Illumination of the tonsiIs.n
''Ivc felt for some days as if great Gil
| nmity hung over this household. Hadn't
we better have two doctorss'
Just try aud get to sleep, Mr. l5owser,
and I'll warrant you'll feel batter by
"Ah! how suffer-" he groans. "You
may he {, widow before the week is out. 1
| hope you will always be Kind to our child.
| ! have tried to he 4 good husband, and
| nnd"--
Mrs Bowser lays her hand on his fore
| head tennerly, and the Tears come to his
eyes and he suddenly becomes great big
| bool,y. Sh': 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
| petnlhnt;ts Il sick baby until finally put to
| bed. lie is new man when he aw1lles in
the morning, ANA vixen she asks after his
| tilroat hu replies:
| "Ihroat-hunph Mrs i5owser fu,+
about five hours yesterday WAS towering
| between life and death. Had it been you
| you would haze died ten times over, but
! grit pulled me through
| Grit
Yes. d-ulnck-Splrtan coir
age and lor;i,litle. let meme Of you know
how bad aatllasly vas; but Just Shut my
| teeth and determined to live and here is
! the result OF it Al, Mrs. Bowser, if you
only had hw:Idretlth part Of my courage
and will power you'd be Il far different wo-
man from what vnu are nova far differ
ent wo,nnn"-M Qaad in New Yorl,
| World.
s5.#t., "o j.
Quite Delicate.
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