The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1891-11-28

Il Makss q Big Difference whsthsr
II 10 Mr.. or Mrs. Dowssr VINO -
8Ick.
When Mr.. Bowser comes homo and
finds his wife lying down with her head
tied up he is real sorry for her, OF
course-just as sorry as any husband
could be. And, like any other hus-
band. he stands and surveys her for
q moment and then bluntly says:
II expected it. Finally got fiat
down, eh?"
cts nothing" she family replies.
o, it isn't. Nothing for o wife to
flop down and upset the whole house,
I supposed Well, I've been looking for
it the last three months, and SO I'm
not much surprised. Mrs. Bowser,
it's wonder to me that you or any
other woman in New York is out OF
your coffin"
"It's only---only headache. dear.
eyes, only headache; but what do
headaches lead to? II you are not u
dead woman before Saturday night
you may consider yourself lucky.
Didn't warn you not to sit in
draught-not to wear thin shoes-not
to eat too much in warm weather.
Little good it does to talk to a wo-
mani" :.
"You can't help ailing occasionally"
she replied, as she got up to wet the
bandage around her head.
"Mrs. Bowser, look ut mel" he
said, as he struck an attitude and
held one hand aloft. "When am |
aiing? When do you hear me COM
plainY Never! And why is itf Be-
cause don't cram my stomach with
watermelon, buttermilk. gum drops.
custard pie, sweet-cake, ginger ale, and
all that! Because don't 60 around
with my feet sopping wetl Because !
know enough to come in when it
rainsl Because exercise a. little
common sense in taking care OF my
selfl'
"Your dinner is ready"
"And I'm ready for dinner. A
healthy, happy person always is
ready for his meals. You won't try
to get up ! suppose"
mot now"
"Well, you have only yourself to
blame. You may learn in time, but 1
doubt it. I'd like to find one woman
with about two onces OF horse sense
in her head before ! die, but don't
expect to do it. Well, it can't be
helped / suppose. The Lord made
you that way, and it's no use to
argue.
Mr.. Bowser eats his dinner, smokes
his cigar, and sings and whistles as il
the slightest noise didn't 60 through
her aching head like bullet. 1t never
occurs to him to fan her, wet the
bandage, or ask if she can't sip u cup
of tea. 1t does occur to him, how
ever, to say about bedtime:
"l'm sorry, OF course, but then you
must have more sense. I'll COUP to
bed and you can come when you get
ready. If you are going to kick
around much you'd better sleep in tho
spare room"
Now and then the tables are turned.
Mr.. Bowser comes home to lunch
dragging his legs after him and looking
pale and scared.
whats the natter" asks Mrs.
Bowser, as soon as he steps into the
house.
"Got sore throat and feel fever
ish. II think Pm going to be sick!"
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
that he was out in q draught in his
shirt-sleeves, but she doesn't even
mention it. On the contrary, she re-
maEks;
then lie down. You'd better garglc
your throat and then tie it up.
"Do you think it is anything SER
ious?" he whispers as ne grows paler.
II hope not, but it's best to be on
the safe side. You are subject to
quinsy, you know, and spinal menin-
gifts begins just this way"
81 believe I'm going to die" gasps
Mr.. Bowser, and he grows 80 weak
that she has to take Of his coat and
vest and get him on the lounge.
Everything about the house is order
ed to 60 on tip-toe and even the cat is
put out and the clock stopped. After
his throat has been tied up, his shoes
taken of, and a quilt thrown over him
Mr.. Bowser plaintively inquiries:
Don't you think you'd better send
for doctor2"
mot just yet, dear. / don't think
it's very serious"
"Mrs. Bowser, believe I'm already
struck with DEATH"
Nonsense! You've got little in
Illumination on the tonsils."
'Tve felt for some days as il great
calamity hung over this household.
Hadn't we better have two doctors?"
Just try and get to sleep, Mr.. Bow
ser, and I'll warrant you'll feel better
by night"
"Ah! how suffer-" hegroans. "You
may be a widow before the week is
out. Ihope you will always be kind
( To our child. have tried to be a
good husband, and--and"- 'Ft
Then he puts his hand to his fore.
head and the tears come to his eyes,
and he suddenly becomes great biz
booty. She has to hold his hand to
get him to sleep, and when he wakes
up he wants tea and toast and jell
and he Is as petulant rs sick baby
until finally put to bed. He is a new
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