The Hawaiian star. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu]) 1893-1912, 1894-10-10


looking man, with his thumb on the cleo
trio button. He was fair specimen of the
average caller
MY dear man, you are out of work,
hungry and discouraged" softly observed
Mr.. Bowser.
Right you are Jimmie' replied the
man, who was evidently laboring under a
mistake. Has the old bird got home
yeti"
"Old birdg''
Eyes, the old cock -a-doodle-doo, you
know. They say he's as soft as putty and
can be worked for half a dollar, while his
hen is sharper than knife. -
His HEMP
Eyes, his wife, you know. Don't speak
too loud or she may hear you. What time
does the old bird get home"
do you mean the owner of the house"
"Cert-nice, soft old duffer with bald
head and baggy trousers I've got tip
that he can be worked ms easy as rolling
down hill. "
"He's-he's home nowl' stammered
Mr. Bowser who realized that his wife
was standing at the head OF the stairs and
could hear every word.
"Then go and tell him that hard
working respectable man is out of work
+ and has a sick wife and four hungry chill
dren If he comes down with half, I'll
whack up with you. Strike trot, my
bully, for I'm dying fer nip Of old rye. !"
"Sirl l am the nice, soft old baldheaded
duffer you refer tot" exclaimed Mr.. Bow
ser as his temper famed up all of a sud
den.
'Oh, you are! l was only joking, you
know. You behold in me, sir, an unfor-
tunate man. Two weeks ago / lost my
job, and on that same day my wife,
You'll get nothing here, sirl' shouted
Mr.. Bowser
Alas, sir, but l haven't tasted food for
nearly two daysl Can you have the heart
to turn starving man awayr'
Il can. If you are hungry, go and eat
snow or fence posts. You are deadbeat
and liar. The idea of you calling me an
old bird and my wife henl You ought
to be arrested, STRIP
Half dollar to get prescription fill
edf' pleaded the man.
Not penny. Skate out of this, or I'll
call an officer"
"A loaf of bread for my starving chill
dren9''
mot crust
"Then take that for my FAREWELL" ex-
claimed the tramp as he tapped Mr.. Bow
ser on the chin and spread his wings and
flew away.
well, were you sorry for himf" que
ried Mrs Bowser as Mr.. Bowser came up
stairs with his eyes hanging out and his
ears working.
He glared at her and felt of his chin
"If you didn't speak words of sympathy
and hand him out "a quarter, he may COM
NIT suicide, " she continued
Woman" gasped Mr.. Bowser as he
inunn nm and down va bean str1ak
on the chin by blamed old liar of a
tramp'
Yes, l saw him hit you"
And you--you'--
"Yes, I'm to blame for it, of course,
and it's the last straw, and your lawyer
will see me about the divorce"
That's what Mr. Bowser was going to
say, of course, but he didn't say it, He
rushed into his hat and overcoat and out
of the house to find that tramp and make
him die 20 different deaths. Two hours
later he sauntered in and got out his old
razor and began pairing off a corn, and a,
he made no allusion to the affair Mrs
Bowser was diplomat enough to ask no
questions 1t was only when he was ready
for bed that he cut close to the matter by
remarling:
IF were you, I'd forbid the cooE feed
ing every loafer who calls and claims to
be hungry"
Il have done so, - replied Mrs. Bowse-.
Because most of them arc liars or verse
and deserve the workhouse. You ought
TO also carry revolver when you go to
the door I'll get you one the first thing
in the morning, for no one is safe even in
his own house these times"
Mrs Bowser said Yes, and the subject
was dropped, but at midnight Mr.. Bow
Ger awoke her by crying out in his sleep:
Driven to his death-heartless woman
blamed old Harold bird at home-hit
me on the chin-couldn't find him in the
darkl'