The Washington weekly post., 1900-11-20

manuscript and the hard-up mans advice
were to the effect that the mixture need
not stand over ten minutes, but Mr.. Bow
ser wanted to make a sure thing of it.
The stuff had a rank, acid smell, but ae
snifed at it as heartily as If it had been
cologne A chunk of fee was brought
from the refrigerator and laid on the
ground, and with great deal of soIem-
nifty he dipped a stick with a sponge tied
to the end of IL In the barrel and sOpped
it over the ice There was no explosion or
sudden outburst of flame. Even the cat
tiptoed forward and smelled of the chunk
OF course, ice won't melt as quickly as
snow. and in his own mind Mr.. Bowser
gave that chunk three minutes TO vanish
off the cold earth. The liquid honeycomb-
ed 1t and threw off a lanyard odor, but
there was no melting.
What seems TO be the matter?' Mrs.
Bowser finally queried.
IL may not have put enough on"
replied Mr.. Bowser, as he renewed the
sop with liberal hand. There can't be no
mistake in the mixing, ard the thing Is
bound TO work. Can't you keep that blam-
ed cat awayg'
The cat was chased away, and there
was another painful period or waiting
The Ice could be heard cracking, and il
freckled up like a schoOlma'am in SUM-
mer, but there was no melting.
Perhaps the discovery only alluded TO
very soft snow" suggested Mrs. Bowser.
Soft snow be hanged he shouted. II
tell you this thing is all right. The stuff
! put in cost $l5G. and it's bound to
work"
Then why don't 1t work? And If it
cost $50 for two pals full. how are you
going to remove snow for a cent a ton E?
I hope you have got good thing, but It
strikes ne
"Oh, yes, you are always being struckg'
he Interrupted. And this very minute
you are hoping I viii make failure OF
this thing. But won't, though. Perhaps
il needs more stirring"
He seized the stick and stirred and
swi-led and poked, and again the chunk
of Ice was doped. The smell was ranker.
but that was the only result. II was Ike
waiting for the minister to get through
with his remarks at a funeral
Perhaps the dying sailor left The
wrong manuscript said Mrs. Bowser
by way OF breaking the painful silence.
why don't ne take a teaketee Of hot
water 10 melt it?" queried the cock.
BY the living lingo, but she'n work or
bust" shouted AIr. BOwser, as a wave
OF anger surged over him, Stand back
there and gimme room"
He seized the barrel with a strong grin
and up ended IL over the chunk Of ice 49,
then gave IL a kick that sent II fivIng
across the yard. Mrs. Bowser and tbe
cook lad retreated 70 a safe distance b,,,
the cat had advanced 10 satisfy her feIine
/ curiosity. AZ the barrel went rolling fhe
cat screamed out and began tumulng nm
and down. but In half a minute changgf
from jumping to a Wild career about the
yard
You ought 10 De ashamed to klek a
cat exclaimed Mrs. Bewser, as the ca.
vcFting went on.
4 never kicked herr he REPLIED. a.p,b,,,
| ia thunder can al her? Gimme a cit,h I'M
/ drive her over the fence.
lie was looking about for a wes,ov
when he gave sudden start. Then -
| uttered an exclamation and tried 10 ~,
both feet OF the ground at once. Their ~
| kicked OF his shoes and seemed 20 sfav,
| IN pursuit Of the cat. and he had elreIsd
| the yard twice before Mrs Eowse- s.t1
the cook grabbed him.
| Water Dail Cf water-rny feetas IA
| hcxied. and as soon as the water xra.
| drawn he plunged his feet into the y,ail
Nov, then. vii yeu explain this cir.