Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1899-06-04

better than either, but 1t was too late
to change. In an hour he had finished
his job, and though it looked as il he
had gone over the boards with brush
dipped in fat pork gravy, he decided
that it would do for a first coat, at
least. Mrs. Bowser happened around
as he finished, but he didn't ask her
opinion. There were lot of old
flower pots sitting around and he de-
clded that they ought to be painted.
He wanted green or blue for that, and
he had pound or SO of green on hand.
By the use of bottle of meats foot
oil, which shoe maker Lad told him
TO use of his shoes occasionally to
keep them SOFT, he soon had the paint
softened up and in working order
After the flower pots had had coat
there was enough left to go over the
veranda rocking chair, and when noon
came Mr.. Bowser had finished and
was in good humor.
Only three hours work to - what
a painter would have made a full
weeks job he said to Mrs. Bowser,
land it is better work, to boot. Next
week if l get time, think I'll Oil all
the woodwork in the house and var
nish the front doors. That veranda
will be as dry as bone by night"
But it wasn't. When Mr.. Bowser
came home at night the paint was as
fresh as when first put on. Not only
that, but every one of the fourteen
cats on that block had taken a prom
enade over the boards and left their
tracks. Each'one had also taken pains
to rub against the flower pots and
chairs, and as they returned to their
various homes they were greeted with
ordinations of amazement and indig-
nation. The Bowser cat was among
the crowd, of course, and she had after
ward rolled over every carpet in the
house and rubbed away at every up
holstered chair in the effort to get rid
of the paint. Mr. Bowser casually OBJ
served that everything would be all
right by next morning, and before he
went to the Office he had a peep at
the veranda. It looked fresher and
more greasy than ever, and there was
no change when he came home at
night. The cats had enough of it, but
during the afternoon three different
men who were selling parlor rugs and
cuckoo clocks on the installment plan
had walked the length of it and had
left evidences of the fact. Mr.. Bowser
was ready to admit that there was
something wrong with his paint. In
deed, he had opened his mouth to adj
NIT it, when Mrs. Bowser unfortun-
ately observed:
81 don't believe that Faint will dry
in a month of Sundays. | was sure
you were making a mistake when you
put that lard oil in"
Madam he replied, as he took the
defensive at once, no one mas asked
for your opinion. l mixed that paint
to please myself l did not expect it
to dry for week yet. You are coax
ing all the cats and tramps in town
to walk over it, of course, but I shall
make a good job of it before I get
through. -
During the next week nothing furth-
er was said about the veranda. The
cats came back at intervals to see if
the conditions of things had changed,
and now an then an agent called and
carried off lead-color on his shoes and
green on his coat tails. Mr.. Bowser
came home one evening prepared to
turn the job over to painter, but as
he threw out a hint to thateffect Mrs.
Bowser smiled. That smile decided
him. After dinner he went over the
floor with a new coat, mixed on the
same principles, and even after dark
ness fell he worked away at the chair
and fower-pots. He had just finished