Rock Island daily Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1886-1893, 1892-06-17

ARE YOU GETTING ALONG ALL RIGHT,
DEAR2'
The two foot Stats fell down. the springs
made a sudden dive and Mr.. Bowser's
shins brought up against something an
tique and hard. 1t was not Il railroad
sandwich. Hestepped back and was about
to begin speech when Mrs. BOwser looked
in and queried:
How are you getting along. dear?"
Beautifully, and you can't help anv!'
he replied, as the red spread clear back to
his collar button.
She retreated and he spat on his hands
and surveyed the springs from six differ
ent directions. 1t finally and suddenly oc-
CURED to him to drop the other Stats and
let the springs fall to the floor. and he was
rubbing his hands when Mrs Bowser
looked in again.
Just little scheme of my own"
chuckled Mr.. Bowser. Il think I could
give some of these furniture men pointer
or two on handling bedsteads"
We'll don't get all heated up, and don't
lose your temper"
There are seventeen different ways to
take down a bedstead. 1t was some time
before Mr. Bowser discovered any of these
ways. 1t suddenly flashed upon him that
the ends of the rails lifted up He lifted;
no go. He tugged; something wobbled.
He kicked; both ends of the rail came out
at once, and without any particular object
in view Mr.. BOwser plunged forward and
sprawled out on the mattress
Now, by the great horn spoon. but l
will do somebody or something mortal
INJURY he howled as he kicked out in
every direction. THE idea that free
born citizen of these United States can't
take down an internal old bedstead in his
own house without being insulted and de-
graded is enough
He gave the footboard a kick 1t wasn't
any such kick as a mule with hind leg
fourteen feet long could give, but just an
ordinary fat mans kick with n good deal
of mad behind it. The intention was to
smash the whole bedstead into toothpicks
and knock down the hall partition, but it
didn't pan out. Mr. Bowser was leaning
against the wall holding his kicking foot
high in air and gasping for breath, when
Mrs. Bowser looked in and kindly asked:
Are you getting alo.g all right, dear?"
He looked ut her a long time in silence.
His face had chloride of lime color, his
ears were working vigorously and it was
evident that he was boiling within.
Mrs. Bowser" he whispered as he
limped over and glared into her eyes like
long suffering animal brought to bay,
you knew how this thing would result,
and you deliberately put up the job to re-
venge on me-"
why, Mr.. Bowser. warned you at the
outset not
'Never did-neverl You had the thing
all planned before l got home! If you
want to murder me, and it seems that you
do, why not shoot me in my sleepy"
"How can you talk so? told you you'd
get mad and"-
Il am not mad, Mrs. Bowser. I've
simply got my eyes opened at last! No
further words are necessary. The limit
has been reached. | am now going to the
library to look over certain papers and ar
range matters as quietly as possible. and /
must not be disturbed. My lawyer will
probably consult with your lawyer tomor
rowi"
a Dark Mystery.
Good Little Boy-Does majority rule in
this countryS
Father-Indeed it does
Good Little Boy-Then how does 1t hap
pen that one bad little boy can get all us
good little boys into so much mischief
Good News
Husband don't see why you aever
To- lot 81 Is