The World. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1891-1896, 1891-12-25
Mn. AND MRS. sowsse.

n Makes Quite y Difference which Ore
At the Two Il Slick.
When Mr.. Bowser comes k-nse ara snsr
his sifs lying down with her head tied nm.
be b real sorry for her. OF courss--just =
sorry - any husband could be. And, IKE
any other husband he stands and surveys
her for moment and then hluntly Says
Il expected III Finally got hat down.
shs"
-1t's nothing" she family replies.
~Ohi Il isn't Nothing FOR wife to dog
down and upset the whole house. sup
posei Well. I've been looking for II ths
lsst three months, and 10 I'm not much
surprised. Mrs. Bowser. It's a wonder -
RE that you or any other woman In New
York b cut Of her cofilnr
Its only--only headache, dear"
Yes, only headache; but what do head
sches lead tor II you are not dead wom-
An before Saturday night you may consider
yourself lucky Didn't warn you not 70
sit In draft. not TO wear thin shoes, NOS
TO eat too much In warm weather. Little
good IL does to talk to a womanP'
You can't help ailing occasionally" she
replied, a. she got up to wet the bandags
around her head.
MRS. Bowser, look at mei'' he said, a.
DO struck an attitude and held one hand
aloft when am ever ailingf When do
you hear me complaint Neveri And why
10 III Because, Mrs. Bowser-because
don't cram my stomach with watermelon,
buttermilk. gumdrops, custard pie, swecs
cake, ginger ale, and all thatl Because
don't go around with my feet sopping we'll
Because know enough to come in when IL
rainsl Because exercise q little common
sense In taking care Of myselfp'
Your dinner Is ready"
And Pm ready for dinner. A healthy,
happy person IL always ready for his meals.
You won't try to get up. Supposed"
Not now"
well, yon have only yourself to blame.
You may learn in time, but doubt 1t. 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, 10
can't be helped, l 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 rs II the
slightest noise didn't 20 through her ach-
ing head like bullet. 1t never occurs to
him to fan her wet the bandage or ask IL
she can't sip a cup OF tea. 1t does occur TO
him, however, to say, about bedtime;
Pm 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
ging his legs after him and looking pale
and scared.
Whats the matterf" asked Mrs. Bow
ser, as seon ss he steps into the house
Got sore throat and feel feverish.
I'll think I'm going to be sickr
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
TRY and eat little something and then
lie down. You'd better gargle your throat
and then tie 1t up"
do you--you think its anything seri-
ousf" he whispers, as he grows paler.
II 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"
Bowser and he grows 30 weak that she
has to take off his coat und 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 .
doctor2"
Not just yet. dear don't think it's
very serious
Mrs Bowser, believe I'm already
struck with deathp'
"Nonsense You've just got little in
dammation of the tonsils."
I've felt for some days ms II great ca
lamity hung over this household. Hadn't
we better have two doctorsp"
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 widow before the week Ii out. l
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
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 a sick baby until finally put to
bed lie 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 1t been you
you would have died ten times over. but
grit pulled me through"
"Gritp
Yes. nd-pluck-Spartan cour-
age and fortitude. let none OF you know
how bud actually was, but just shut my
teeth and determined to live and here is
the result OF it. Ali Mrs. Bowser, II 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.
Quite Delicate.
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