West Virginia argus. [volume] (Kingwood, W. Va.) 1877-1946, 1896-01-02
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MIR. AND MRS. BowseR.

When Mr.. Bowser let himself
into the house with his latchkey,
Mrs. Bowser WIS sitting in the back
.parlor. She knew by the way he
banged the door shut and scuffed
around the hall thstsomething had
happened and nerved herself up to
meet 1t. She gave him wifely
greeting, but he glsred at her in
return and growled /:
"Never mind putting yourself
out for mo on this special occasion,
Mrs. Bowser After dinner want
to have a talk with you ~
"Has anything happened, dear ?"
she anxiously queried.
"You will be informed in due
time. suppose dinner is half an
hour late, as usual p
"Dinnsr has been ready for five
minutes, dear. You have never
had to wait over five minutes for
dinner since we were married."
He scuffed into the dining room
and took his place at the table with
the demeanor of boy threatened
with whipping, found fault with
everything az the board, and left
most of Mrs. Bowser's questions
unanswered. Her policy was to
smooth away the clouds, but he
wouldn't have it. When they had
finished the meal and returned to
the family room his pent up feel.
ings burst forth with:
Now, then, Mrs. Bowser,
want to know whether this house
is run by the superintendent of
some idiot asylum or by the woman
| made my wife several years ago
to take care of my home ?"
"Why, what is wrong ?" she
gasped.
Everything is wrong !" he
shouted as he pumped down on the
lounge and bobbed up again. "lf
| should try to run u hcn-roost on
your system of managing this honsc,
every blamed hen would be dead
within a fortnight ! There's no
real system-no mtnagoment-no
nothing, aud tell you | don't pro-
pose to put up with such muss
any longer !"
"Please tell me what particular
thing YOU fisd fault with" said
Mrs. Bowsor. as she realized that
he had a bad day at the office and
wanted to get square by pitching
into her.
"What particular things ~ be
almost yelled as he wheeled around
her. "Mrs. Bowser, 1 wear socks -
eyes, l know"
81 hadn't reached the office when
my right heel began to hurt, and
have been martyr all day. What
was tie ressen =? Holes in my sock
great big vawning holes which
aay other wife would have discoy-
cred and mended What are You
smiling about ?"
"Mr. Bowser, we oversight our.
selves. You hurried down and got
a bite of breakfast and was gone be.
fore got mp. Instead Of having
holes in your socks you managed to
pull one Of my stockings over your
foot. That's what has hurt your
heel all dry."
81 deny it. ] deny it in toto
may have my failings, but am not
an idiot Put on one of your stock.
ings Don't try to crawl out Of it
that way, Mrs. Bow5er I'll soon
snow you that ! know what I'm
talking aboutl"
lie sat down and unlaced his
shoe and kicked it FIVE feet away.
Then be pulled up the leg Of his
trousers, and there was his foot in
Mrs. Bowser's stocking, or about
half way in II.
"Didn't ! tell you 50 ?" she ex-
claimed. 81 found your sock and
missed my stocking when / got mp
to dress"
"Mrs. Bowser." he said ~ he
pulled the stocking of and got mp
and limped about, what do you
think Of wife who'll send her hus.
band out among men with such a
handkerchief as this? Gaze on IL
Is that q handkerchief or table