The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1896-11-28
The BOWgere'g
900. rOubles.

"Mr. Bowser," began Mrs. Bowser
the other evening as the pair sat reading
and the family cat purred softly on the
hearthrug, edo you know that you have
got to make radical change in some of
your little ways or shall know the rea-
son why?"
"W-what!" .gasped Mr.. Bowser as he
looked and then rubbed his eyes as if
wondering whether he was awake or
dreaming.
"For instance" she continued, 81
want you to keep out Of the kitchen and
stop being a her hussv. You are al
ways poking around there and bothering
the cook, and want it to cease!"
"You-you are talking to mer'
whispered Mr. Bowser, looking at her in
the strangest sort of a way.
eyes, sir, am talking to you! You
found fault with the meat tonight. Don't
do it again! buy the meat, and whats
good enough for me is good enough for
you. If you don't like my table you can
go to reStaurant.'
Mr.. BowSer opened his eyes and mouth
and stared at her. Was it Mrs. Bowser
who sat there? Was that Mrs Rowser's
voice? Was this his wife who had pei
mitted herself to be blutfed and brow
beaten on a hundred occasions when he
felt "off' and wanted to take it out of
some one? He pinched his leg; he
reached up and strokcd his nose. Yes,
he was awake, and that was Mrs. Bow
ser, and she was giving him Sass"
He must set do on her at once and
with the utmost emphasis.
"Alrs. Bowscr woman" he shouted,
as he sprang to his feet--"What on
earth do you mean by such language?
DO you know who you are talking
TOP"
"Sit right down, Mr.. Bowser," she
quietly replied as she looked him in the
eye. 81 know who | am talking to.
My language is all right. You are
spending altogether too much money in
cigars, billiards and at the club. I am
wearing pair of darned stockings be-
cause have to eConomize, while you
think nothing of throwing away ten
dollars week. After this you come
down to two"
by the great horn spoon, but"
OTIS no use, Mr.. Bowserl' she inter
rupted. owe are not talking about
horn spoons or any other sort of spoons.
In looking over my closet today found
lot of your collars and socks in there.
They are on the floor in front Of your
dresser together with cuffs, neckties,
shirts, and vests. When you 90 upstairs
you either put them away, or I'll throw
them out Of the window You have no
more order than a pig, and I've got tired
taking care of your thing. notice you
are wearing a new pair Of shoes which
must have cost seven or eight dollars,
while you have two or three half worn
pairs in The house. I must buy three
dollar shoes in order to economic, and
wear them until my toes stick out.
out. There must be a change, Mr..
BoWser.'
He was looking at her, his face white
and red by turns, and his eyes bullying
out as if ghost stood before him.
"And another thing" she went on.
"this buying patent medicines and gim-
cracks has got to come to an end If
your stomach can't get along without a
new brand of sarsaparila or bitters
every two or three days, with some
bodys syrup or pills for your liver be
tween times, you'd better go to bed and
die decently. The money which YOU
throw away on such stuff would buy all
my Clothes"
Mr.. Bowser tried to get out of his
chair, but his knees were so weak that
he couldn't stand up. He tried tospeak
but his tongue seemed to be nailed fast.
Mrs. Bowser looked him over and then
sald:-
~ was looking into your dresser to
day and noticed bottle of hair dye.
The idea of an old man like you, with a
bald spot on the top of your head, dye
ing your hair and trying to deceive the
public! Every time you see me use
powder rag you sheer about it and yet
you buy hair dye and have probably been
to some Madame to have our wrinkles
removed! Are you fixing to frisk around
as gay old Lothario2"
"Wo-wo-r'
That was all. He couldn't get
whole word out, while his face was so