West Virginia argus. [volume] (Kingwood, W. Va.) 1877-1946, 1892-05-05
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THE BOWSERS.
The Crushed Worm" at Last Turns
On Her Husband.

ihcio WcTc InTcc OF TOUR tnlngS
on Mr.. Bowser's mind as he came
home to dinner the other evening.
Some one had stolen his umbrella.
and some one must be blamed for
it. lie had snapped button off
his vest, and of course that was
Mrs. Bowscr's fault. His shirt
punched mp around the neck, and
some one must be held responsible.
In jumping off the car he broke n
suspender, but would that suspen-
der have given way in that manner
If Mrs. Bowser had been attending
to her domestic duties?
Mr.. Bowser began on the dinner
itself, intending to gradually lead
up to the other things. The beef
was ovcrdonc, the potatoes not
properly mashed, and he found
fault with the butter and cocoa and
everything else. lie expected to
hear Mrs. Bowser make excuses
and try to soothe HIM, but she had
nothing to say. Even when he
declared that he would go out and
discharge the cook il she didn't,
she simply looked at him in queer
sort of way instead of answering.
f" Mr.. Bowser, please DO little
patient. know she is poor stick
of giil, but | hope to change her
for better one soon. l am
ashamed that you must sit down to
such a dinner in your own house,
and promise it shall not happen
again"
Mr.. Bowser confessed to himself
Chat it was surprising, but he
hadn't the remotest idea that the
worm was about to turn. For
three long years he had held Mrs.
Bowser under his thumb, and he
had come to look upon her as the
most docilc Of wives. He left the
table wondering if she hadn't a sick
headache or hadn't received letter
with bad news, but after few min
utes, as she made no excuse, he
inquired
Mrs. Bowser, do You know
whether this shirt belongs to me or
to man eleven feet high who wears
u II collar 2"
No sir ?" she promptly replied,
as she looked him full in the eyes.
You-you don't !"
"No sir / put your shirts in a
drawer, just as they came from the
laundry, and you change whenever
you want to. What's the matter
with the one you have on
Matter Matter /! Why the
Internal thing has all climbed up
around my neck :"
"Well, go and change it; you've
got half dozen in the drawer"
Mr.. Bowser had grown pale, as
he stood up to say
"I hadn't got rod from the
house this morning when button
flew of my vest ] suppose I've
got half dozen vests in q drawer
somewhere, haven't ?"
"Do you imagine that married
you to watch your vest buttons"
demanded Mrs. Bowser.
w What ! What's that ?" he
asked, growing paler still, and his
eyes hanging out in surprise.
" Mrs. Bowser, no wife should ever
talk back to her husband %
And no husband should ever
make a crank and a nuisance Of
himself ~ she retorted.
" Crank Nuisance ~ he
repeated, as il he mistrustcd his
hearing, and his knees growing so
weak that he had to sit down. For
half a minute the room seemed TO
whirl around with him. Then he
pulled himself together and said
" Mrs. BOwser, ] do not want the
gossip Of a divorce suit, but it
seems TO mo that"--
"If you are dissatisfied, you can
Gle bill tomorrow - she inter
rupted with an independent toss Of
her head.
lie sat and looked at her with
open mouth. lie rubbed his eyes
and looked again, and he wondered
to himself il it was ali a dream.
Ills voice sounded strange TO his
own ears, as he finally said
Mrs. Bowser, il has always