Los Angeles herald., 1891-10-02
Mr.. AND MRS. sowsER.

of the Two Is Sick.
| When Mr.. Bowser comes home and finds
his wife lying down with her head tied up,
he is real sorry for her, of course-iust as
sorry as any husband could be- And, like
any other husband, he stands and surveys
her for a moment and then bluntly says:
Il expected it'll Finally got fiat down.
ehs'
tits nothing" she family replies.
"Oh it isn'tl Nothing for wife to flop
down and upset the whole house, sup
| posel Well, I've been looking for it the
last three months, and so Pm not much
surprised. Mrs Bowser, it's a wonder to
re that you or any other woman in New
York is out of her coffinp
It's Only-only headache, dear"
Eyes, only a headache; but what do head
aches lead to? II you are not dead WON
an before Saturday night you 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 a womanP
"You can't help ailing occasionally" she
replied, as she got up to wet the bandage
around her head
Mrs. Bowser, look at mer' ne said, as
he struck an attitude and held one hand
aioft. when am ever ailingP When do
you hear me complain? Neverl And why
| is its Because, Mrs. Bowser-because l
! don't cram my stomach with watermelon,
buttermilk. gumdrops, custard pie, sweet
cake. ginger ale, and all thatl Because l
don't 20 around with my feet sopping wet:
Because know enough to come in when it
rains! Because exercise little common
sense in taking care of myselflv
Your dinner is ready"
sand Pun ready for dinner. healthy,
happy person is always ready for his meals.
You won't try to get up, supposed"
Not now"
"Well. you have only yourself to blame.
You may learn in time, but 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, 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 if the
slightest noise didn't go through her ach-
| ing head like a bullet. It never occurs to
him to fan her. wet the bandage or ask if
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. III go up to bed and
you can come when you get ready. If 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
! gng his legs after him and looking pale
and scared.
whats the matter2" asked Mrs. Bow
ser, as soon as he steps into the house.
| Got sore throat and feel feverish.
| IL think Pm going TO be sickp'
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:
''rry and eat little something and then
lie down. You'd better gargIe your throat
and then tie it up"
do you-you think its anything seri-
ous9" he whispers, as he grows paler.
81 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"
81 believe Pm going to de-" gasps Mr..
Rowser, and be 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 quilt thrown over him Mr..
Bowser plaintively inquiries:
Don't you think you'd better send for
doctorS"
Not just yet, dear don't think it's
very serious'
Mrs. Bowser, believe Pm already
struck with deathW
''Nonsensei You've just got little in
Illumination of the tonsils."
1--we felt for some days as if great ca
lamity hung over this household. Hadn't
we better have two doctors?"
Gust try and get TO sleep. Mr. Bowser,
and Pll warrant you'll feel better by
night"
"Ah how suffer-" he groans. "You
may be 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 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 sick baby until finally put to
bed. He is a 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"
"Gritl"
Yes. Grit-sand- pluck-Spartan 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, Ali 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 ,womanP'-M. Quad in New York
World