The World. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1891-1896, 1891-10-30


bis wife lying down with her head tied up,
be q real sorry for her. Of courss-just =
sorry - any husband could b. And. like
any other husband. he stands and surveys
her for q moment and then biuntIy says:
Il expected III Finally got Oar down.
chr"
Its nothing" she family replies.
-Ohi IL tsn'tf Nothing Tor wife 70 nop
down and upset the whole house, sup
posei Well. I've been looking for II the
last three months. and % Pm not much
surprised Mrs. Bowser. it's q wonder 70
rae that you or any other woman In New
York q out Of her cofinf'
''1t,s oniy-only . headache, DEAR
"Yes. only q headache; but what do head
sches Lead tor II you are not dead wom-
m before Saturday night you may consider
yourself lucky. Didn't warn you not 70
sit IN draft, not 70 wear thin shoes, NOS
70 ct too much ID warm weather. Little
good II dos 70 talk 70 woman
You can't help ailing occasionally, she
replied, y she got MP u vel the bandage
around her head
Mrs. Bowser, look II mer' be said. =
b. struck an attitude and held one hand
aloft when am ever ailingi When do
ron hear me complaint Neveri And why
q III Because, Mrs. Bowser- because
don't cram my stomach with watermelon,
buttermilk. gumdrops, custard pie. sweet
cake, ginger ale. and all that Because
don't 20 around with my feet sopping wetl
Because know enough TO como In when IL
rains Because | exercise little common
sense In taking care Of myselfr
Your dinner Ii ready"
And Pm ready for dinner A healthy.
happy person il always ready for his meals
You won't try to get up. supposed e,
Not now"
We'll, you have only yourself to blame
You may learn in time. but doubt IL. I'd
like 70 hnd one woman with about two
ounces Of horse sense In her head before !
die. but don't expect to do it. Well, Il
can't be helped. suppose The Lord
made you that way. and it's no use TO ar
que"
Mr.. Bowser eats his dinner, smokes his
cigar and sings and whistles as II the
slightest noise didn't go through her ach-
ing head like bullet. 1t never occurs to
him 10 fan her, wet the bandage or ask II
she can't sip a 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 II you
are going to 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
.yng his legs after him and looking pale
and scared
What's the matterS" asked Mrs. Bow
ser. a. soon az he steps into the house.
Got sore throat and feel feverish.
81 think Pm going to be sickP
She doesn't call out that it's Just az 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 hislshirt sleeves. but she doesn't
even mention IL. On the contrary. she re-
marks;
Try and eat a little something and then
lie down. You'd better gargIe your throat
and then tie it up.
DO you-you think its anything seri-
GUS" ne 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
Il 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 throat has been tied up, his shoes
taken off and a quilt thrown over him Mr..
Bowser plaintively inquiries;
Don't you think you'd better send for .
doctorf"
Not just yet. dear. don't think it's
very serious.
Mrs. Bowser, | believe I'm already
| struck with deathr'
"Nonsensei You've just got little in
fiammation of the tonsils."
I've felt for some days as II great ca
iamity hung oyer this household. Hadn't
we better have two doctorsi"
just try and get to sleep. Mr.. Bowser.
and I'll warrant you'll feel better by
night.
"Ahi 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 a good husband. and
and"-
| Mrs. Bowser lays her hand ON his fore
mead tenderly. 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 tea and toast and Jelly and he is al
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. fol
about five hours yesterday was lowering
between life and death, Had 1t been you
you would have died ten times over. but
grit pulled me through"
Ortiz
| Yes. Grit--sand-pluck-Spa cour
age and fortitude let none OF you know
how bad r actually was. but Just shut m,
teeth and determined to live and here l
the result of it. aazAhl Mrs. Bowser. II yol
\ only had hundredth part OF my courag
alld will power you'd be far different VIC
man from what you are nova far differ
emit womanw-M. Quad in New Yorl