West Virginia argus. [volume] (Kingwood, W. Va.) 1877-1946, 1898-06-09

IMAM our CAT Can reah the IS! Ole
You don't want me to. and
that's what the matter :" he almost
shouted. You are thinking Of
cats. dogs. gas Ills. Africa aud 80
other things At once, aud Prof.
Bounce himself couldn't have hit
you. say that | can read your
mind if you'll give me a fair
chance.
Il refuse to indulge in any more
nonsense OF the sort"
VERY well. Perhaps my failure
came about in supposlng you had a
mind to read. viii try the cook !"
"rhe idea of your going down to
the cook with any such thing ="
she protested.
But he went. Descending o he
Kitchen. he explained the idea to
her. She had heard OF mind
reading and WAS curious TO know
how it worked. Flirting The dl.b
water off her right hand. she gave
1t TO Mr.. BJwser, aud looke1 on.
OF the window and settled her
thoughts on certain matter. Mr..
Bowser uttered three or four signs,
whispered few words to himself,
aud then said aloud
"You are thinking OF one of
your beaux-ihe tall fellow with
the pea-coored ulster who walks
IN here as If he owned the house"
mo, sir, | wasn't" she replied.
"Girl, don't preyaricate You
were hoping he'd be here tonight.
and also wondering if I'd miss IL
couple of bottles OF beer if you took
them"
That's a bold faced falsehocd. >"
retor'ed the cook. as her tenn er
boiled up. ON tell you exac ~
wnat | was thinking Of was
thinking that | ought to have 81
more a month, and that If heard
you find any more fault with the
meals I'd give you bit of my mind
and quit the job at the snap Of a
finger"
MIR. Bowscr didn't stop to bundy
words. lie Was on his way mp
stairs to have it out with Mrs
Bowser. when the basement bell
rang and he answered 10 in person.
hoping TO fad n subj c.. IL was
one. sure enough. IL was tramp
OF the raggedost and checklist
kind but before he could state his
case he was pulled inside and Mr..
B1wser said
You are just the man I'm
looking for. an mind reader.
knew when you turned the cor
ner-I knew when you entered The
gate. You came here to tell me
that yonr wife in Boston is DYING
and to ask for help to reach her
bedside"
Say, old man, what sort OF
dance is this ?" de,nandvd the
tramp. rs he tried to get away.
It's all right my freud. You
will get what you came for, but |
want to practice on you bit. Let
me take your hand, aud you must
fix your mind on some particular
thing"
go away with you had a
Judge read my MUD last month,
and he gave me 20 days to pay
for it,"
"You are thinking" said Mr..
Bowser. as he held him by the
shou lder-"you are thinking of
reaching your poor wife in time to
receive her farewell message. Your
situation Is sad one, and | shall
give you"
you'll give me the boot, will
YOU f? Not if know it! Hands
off, old man ! thought this was
a private house instead Of q lunatic
asylum. but III not stand no kick
ing even from crazy man. As
for my wife, never bad one. and
| was never in Boston. You've
got me mixed up with someone else
in the purfesh."
"Gi7e me your hand" said Mr..
Bowser.
No. SIR! Won't you let 90 OF
me ? Then take that for luck -
And he gave Mr. Bowser blow
on the solar plexus which doubled
him up ana sat him down hen
he made bis escape on run. Mrs.
Bowsor bad heard all from tho
bead Of the stairs. She slowly
descended. looked at Mr.. Bowser
sitting with his back TO the wall
and his mouth open in search OF
oreath,and rs his eyes rolled around