The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1895-08-26
MIR. AND MRS. BOWSER.
Bowser Declared Nothing Unusual
Had Happened.
NEVERTHELESS THERE WERE SIGNS

Of day by her husbands countenance.
She has only to look into his face as he
comes down to breakfast to decide
whether that day is to be pleasant or
disagreeable for her. Every husband
makes his start for the day as he
gets out of bed If he gets be-
You'd the hole in the toe of his righU
sock, the collar button rolled under the
dresser the night before, the Rawlings
which suddenly show up on his cuffs
and the absence of his favorite hair
brush from its usual location, he will be
quite likely to decide that his wife has
an excuse for living, and when asked to
order barrel of -four or some more coal
he may possibly repress his desire to OBJ
serve that waste and extravaganza seem
to be the ruling spirit of that house.
When Mr.. Bowser came down to
breakfast the other morning, Mrs Bow
ser looked sharply at him to get her cue
She was puzzled. He was in Mr.. Bow
ser's chair, and he wore Mr.. Bowser's
clothes, but was he Mr.. Bowser? He had
dressed himself without once yelling
over the banister to ask if that house
was run on a system or just slipped
along Hottentot fashion, and though she
had listened sharply she had not heard
any chairs upset or any doors banged
about. He might be in for wrestling
match with the grip, and her heart hut-
tered as she queried:
''Mr. Bowser, aren't you-you feel
ing we'll this morning?''
''Tiptop, my dear-tiptop, he kindly
replied as he looked up, with smile.
"But has-has anything unusual hap
pened?" she persisted as she poured the
coffee.
Nothing, dear. Everything is all
right and going along as slick as grease
How are you feeling this morning? I
do hope you won t get down again. You
don't know how miss you when you re
i'll; seems as if we were all packed up
to move. Please be very careful of your
self! %
Mrs. Bowser got the coffee poured
out, but it was all she could do, and
she dared not trust her voice to reply.
Elegant coffee, this-perfectly ele-
CANT, - said Mr.. Bowser as he slipped it.
"By the way, I was speaking to you
about my shirts the other day. I find
they are all right-f1t me to T, and
collars never set SO we'll I've had less
trouble with Ghirts, collars and socks in
the last three months than any other
man in this town, and you deserve cred
it for it. -
Mrs. Bowser stared at him in open
mouthed amazement and said to herself
that he couldn't possibly live the day
through.
Didn't you say something to me the
other day about wanting some money!"
asked Mr.. Bowser as he got away with
a couple Of flannel cakes without any
wool in them.
"Y-yes," she stammered. ST told
you needed a new dress. -
Eyes; have no doubt of it, and how
about hat?''
81 really need one, but I was think
ing might possibly make the old one
do. -
"You won't have to- he said as he
felt for his wallet Here's $50, and if
that doesn't fit you out you call on me
| for more. -
Mrs. Rowser wanted to weep, but she
didn't dare to. There was a blur be-
| fore her eyes as she looked around the
room, and the sideboard and buffet
seemed to be taking waltz together.
She even lodged little. as if expecting
| the ceiling to fall upon her head.
'"WelI, Said Mr.. Bowser as he final
| ~ showed back from the table, chats
the best breakfast I've had in year. If
every husband in this world had as good
wife to oversee his home as I have
life would be one long, happy day.
see you have cut the gas bill down a
dollar over last month, and / never saw
coal last as it has of late. I want you
to know that appreciate these things.
What's the matter, dear?''
Give got wretched headache p
J she whispered in reply. It was fib,
but the recording angel never even
dipped her pen in the ink.
''Too bad, puss-too badl'' he sooth-
ingly said as he chucked her under the
chin and gave her kiss. ''Well, tra-la
until lunch time. Hope you II feel bet
ter then.
The minute the front door closed on
him Mrs. Bowser tumbled on the lounge
and gave way to her feelings. The cook
heard her and came in and gazed down
upon her and exclaimed:
"Well, if had a husband who'd give
me blast before leaving the house I'd
have divorce in six weeks Why don t
you get up and assert your rights and
make him knuckle?''
''Mr. Bow-wow-s is the best hus-
band on earth-the very besti' sobbed
! Mrs Bowser.
"Rats I'd break every bone in his
body if he belonged to me. I've heard
him take on and scold and jaw and kick
over chairs and throw towels around be-
cause one of his suspenders busted on
him, or he fell down mile from home
and knocked heel off his shoe. Some
folks think the cook has her ears in the
oven all the time. but don't you believe
it. Take my advice and spunk right up. -
Mrs. Bowser didn't try to explain any
further. She Just continued the weeping
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