Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1900-09-30

/ dairyman, "'5ut we had a fire IN the
back room which upset things and
| made us little late to-day"
| But what has a IRE in your back
room to do with me? Did / set thas
fire? Am | responsible because some
OF your dough headed nelp' set fire to
! your place? You spoiled my dinner,
sir you spoiled my dinner, and l want
TO know what you are going to do
abott it?"
Cant you excuse such an accident
as fre?" asked the dairyman in sur
prise.
NO, sir; no, sir. 1t is your business
to have fireproof building. Even with
fire raging, an ambitious dairyman
would not have neglected his custom
ers. don't like it, sir, and you are a
! Emphatic man. sir, and if you can't
promise to do better in. future you'll
get no more orders from me"
Then the dairyman called Mr.. Bow
ser an old kicker, and in return Mr..
Bowser called him liar and in their
excited movements they upset two
cans of milk and raised such a row
That policeman came In and said 1t
was a burning shame.
The bakers face wore smile of con-
tempt, and he was SOFTLY hur.ning to
himself, when Mr. Bowser walked in
on him and Numbered:
If you don't know enough to run
bakery, why don't you get out and try
a coal yard?'
But what is wrong?" asked the
baker.
My bread-for dinner. Did you have
that bread at my house at half past
ocl0ck?"
u am sorry to say / didn't. I was
seven or eight minutes Iate, but that
was because q wheel came off my wag-
ON. can't make out why it happened,
but'-
What are the wheels of your wagon
to me?" shouted M. Bowser as ne
pounded on the counter. DO | run
your wagon? 10 | run your wheels?
Do run your old white horse and red
headed driver? Do / even know that
you've got wheels to your wagon? You
were ll5e, sir, and by being late you
spoiled my dinner, and what are you
going to do about it?''
THAT'S too bad, and I'm sure it won't !
happen again. How on earth that
wheel
That wheel be hanged, sir. When |
mat wheel came off. you should have !
hustled all the more. 1t Is evident that !
you have no head on you"
Then the baker, who felt himself |
Dlameless, began to sass back and Mr. |
boWser to bear on the harder, and they
finally shook their fists under each 9TH
er's nose and got a boy SO exciteI that
the ran out and rang for the ambulance. !
Mr.. Bowser reached home boiling over,
but remembered that some shirts were
to come UP by Z O'Clock. 1t was now
after 8. and they hadn't arrived
They will never GOMEZ he roared
as he banged open the door, because
will go out and hunt that lying shirt
maker to his doom!"
ut is early yet, and they will be here
by s." pleaded Mrs Bowser as he gasp
ed for breath and jumped up and down.
Ii be heard her, he paid 40 attention,
but rushed off down the steps and out
of the gate. On the corner he met the
shirtmaker. who had come to deliver
the goods himself, but had stopped for
few minutes TO chat with a friend.
There was an instantaneous explosion,
followed by a grapple, and the crowd
which speedily gathered saw two men
rolling over and over on the sidewalk
and punching away at each other, While
the three new shirts went flying hither
and thither until somebody picked
them up and sneaked off with them.
BY and by Mrs. Bowser and the cat
looked out of the front door. Nh Bow
ser had limped home and taken a seat
on the steps. His hat was gone, his
hair mussed up, his coat split up the
back. and he was looking into vacancy
across the street. The cat went down
and rubbed against his back and pur-
red to him, but ne made no move. Mrs
Bowser quietly asked him IL he had
walked up the delinquents, but he never
turned his head He was thinking of
systems anu wondering why they did
not pan cat as he had told Mrs. Bow
ser they should. The shirtmaker had
also got the best OF their scrap, and
the crowd had said they were glad ont.