Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1892-10-29
MIR. AND MRS. BOwsER.
He Spends an Evening at Home, With Not
Pleasant Results.

He Spends an Evening at Home. with Not
Pleasant Results.
From the St Louis Republic.
"Ah, But this 10 nice!" exclaimed Mr. Bow
ser as he kicked of his shoes and fell into the
big rocking chair the other evening "You
may talk as much as you will Mrs. Bowser, but
there's no place like home. 1 pity men who
have no homes"
II am glad you like to spend your evenings
at home, she replied.
"Yes, this is nice" musingly continued Mr.
Bowser as he spread out his feet and rubbed his
hands II am in the mood for regular old
fashioned visit tonight. Husband and wife
should never grow old to each other think
they ought TO sit down now and then and sort
of renew their courtshIp."
81 think so. too, and know it would be bet
ter for both
Il was reading an article in a newspaper the
other day which said that q honeymoon founded
on love should never end. think ours was
founded on love-"
"les, replied Mrs. Bowser, II think il was.
Don you remember how you used TO say YOU
would willingly jump Niagara Falls for
| mef During the last three months Of"
DO you mean to say that ever made use of
any such tomfool expression as that?" de-
manded Mr.. Bowser, suddenly reused to a state
| OF activity.
Certainly, DEAR For the last three months
Of our courtship you came over to the house
three times a day, aud you said"
Mrs. Bowser, what are you talking about?''
be shouted as he rose mp with beautiful blush
on his cheeks. II might have called two OF
| three times a week in answer to your urgent re-
quests. but don't try to make out that had no
more sense than pumpkin
Il remember one evening in particular" she
said as if to herself. There wac a full moon
and the sky was without cloud. We sat on
the piazza and you insisted on holding my
hand
Not much, Mrs. Bowser. It's a heap more
likely that you wanted me to hold it. Yes,
remember now-you put up job SO that l was
obliged to hold it'
AS you were holding my hand you wondered
II there were lovers in the moon, and you said
that was the silvery orb to light your path
way through the years to come"
''Sllvery nonsense, Lovers in the moon
Are You irving to make out that | didn't
know enough to get under a wagon shed when
it rained? 1t was put-up job on me all the
way through. and you ought to be glad TO keep
still about it,
Another evening"" she went on. never mind
ing him. I'VE were strolling in the garden. You
had been quiet for long, long time. / asked
you what you were thinking of and you put
your arm around me and said you realized how
/ y
effort Ito render my life happy. 1 saw tears in
your eyes"
Mrs. Bowser, are you talking to me2'' he de-
manded AS he bodied up again.
Certainly, dear"
and you mean to say that passed any such
remark as that"
''Of course"
''Never! Never Never, Unworthy of YOU,
The idea. Tears in my eyes. You'd better
consult doctor about the tep of your head!
Like other young men under similar circum-
| stances, might have been a little hat, but
never acted the part of an IDIOT
speaking about honeymoons," said Mrs
Bowser, as she looked into vacancy, S'don't you
! remember the evening mother came out on the
piazza and found you kneeling at my feet?"
Never! Never I'd have seen you and all
your relations in Texas before I'd have made
such fool Of myself,'
at was the night that old Mr.. Pritchard's
horse backed off the bridge and killed him.
Il never heard of old Mr.. Pritchard or old
Mr.. Pritchards old horse or old bridge"
ut was about an hour before got word Of
the accident" quietly continued Mrs. Bowser.
"We sat on the piazza listening TO the whip
poorwills. You kept signing. By and by YOU
knelt at my feet, took one of my hands in both
OF yours and said that our honeymoon should
last forever. When mother came out and
caught you you pretended to be looking all
around for a lost nickel Don't you remember"
Mrs. B-B-Bowser,' gasped Mr.. Bowser, "I
sat down here to spend pleasant evening"
Eyes, dear"
"In the bosom Of my familyv'
"Yes"
II felt a tenderness for you, but-but-"
1T was SO good of you"
But you have maligned and insulted me
and turned this room into q regular bar rooml
You have called me fool, an idiot, a cabbage
head and an ass You have made out that /
didn't know putty from Strawberries, l now
see how it comes about that husbands are driven
from home, and how they become villains and
criminals! This is my last evening at home!
"Why, Mr.. Bowser. We were talking about
love and calling up old recoiections.''
Tomorrow night, Mrs. Bowser, I 20 10 nv
club, the next night to the lodge, the night
after to the prize fight, and I finally bring up
in saloon. It's not my fault. am driveu
from maliciously and designedly driven
from my own fresde, and you must take the
consequences. Good night, Mrs. Bowseri /
realize now why homogeneous end-why hus-
b ,nds grow cold and careless-why the divorce
colrts are overwhelmed with applications on
thu part Of husbands
And as he stalked stifay off to his den and
banged the door after him Mrs. Bowser re-
membered the evening he had accidentally
pinched her finger in the crate and was so
worked up over it that he talked of suicide;
also the occasion when she was bitten by mos
quito and he declared he would devote the rest
Of his life to annihilahng the pests and loving