Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1900-03-11

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seven or eight minutes of comparative
quiet, and his eyes were closing in sleep,
when man in the opposite berth began to
snore. Ten seconds later the snore was re-
peated and ornamented with a galrgle.
by the horn spoon, but that's got to
stopr exclaimed Mr.. Bowser as he sat up
and poked his head out. .Here-you over
there-stop that internal bazoo of yours!
Porter, come here and rouse up that critter
across the way
The "critter was reused. He got in two
more SHORES and three long drawn groans
before the dig in the ribs broke in on his
sIumbers. Then he Indignantly demanded
to know who had DARED to disturb him.
You were snoring exclaimed Mr.. Bow
ser.
"Well what of it? Is it any business of
yours?"
"You bet it is If you want to make a
hog of yourself get off and take stock
| tradn,''
The jaw lasted ten minutes. and as two
| thirds Of the passengers sided with Mr.
Bowser, and as the SHORES diminished to
signs and gasps, he felt that the victory
was his. This time quietness brought
sleep. but sleep only lasted forty winks.
The wall of child brought Mr.. Bowsers
eyes open; a second wall sat him up, and a
third caused him to exclaim:
Have 1 got to murder some one in this
car before can get an hours sleep!
Where's the mother of that young 'un
that she don't stop his noise!
''My little boy seems to be ILL., replied
female voice.
Seems to be i'll! Don't you know wheth-
er he is or not? If he's sick get up and at
tend to him. If he's only dreaming give
him cuff and wake him up. By Jack
son, but why the law allows woman to
CAD about the country with child L can't
understand"
And l thought he was such a nice,
good natured old mani murmured the
woman as she petted and hushe1 the child
to sleep again.
This time there was no sleep for Mr..
Bowser. He had got so mad that his eyes
wouldn't close, and he tumbled around and
wished he was home so that he could say
something to make Mrs. Bowser feel bad.
He was ready for another fracas when the
train drew up at a station He heard peo-
pie talking, baggage trucks rumbling and
a man passing along and striking the
wheels with hammer. Up on end he
came and called to the porter, and when
the man had arrived he was accosted
with:
What in the name of the ten tribes has
happened nowl What are all those people
cabling about?"
It's people at the depot, sah," was the
reply.
Yes but are the people at the depot al
lowed to whoop and chatter and scream
and wake up every slearer i'll the cars?
Beautifully managed road This! What's
that rumbling and banging and crashing?'
'Loadin UP de baggage
''Oh it isl In order t. load mp few cd
trunks they must bus:lo ana bang and
brirp and stand everyo ,dy's hair up! IL
like to talk to the manager of this road
about five minutes. And what's that
dunderhead pounding on the wheels for?'
''Testin' 'em, sah."
''Well, I'd like to test him! BY smoke,
but the people of the United States are
the biggest fools on earth to put up with
such imposdt!ons! I'll sue somebody to-
morrow for $4,000 damages
There was yet another cause to kick.
The train hadn't left the station ten miles
behind when there was bump on the
floor of the car followed by a YELL One
of the children had fallen out of bed
.In the name of mercy what's that!'' al
most howled Mr. Bowser, as the curtains
parted again.
Look here, old man." answered mas
culine voice, you seem worried. Why
don't you shut up and go to sleep?'
Because I've got to murder seven or
eight people before I'll be allowed to go to
sleep. And don't you tell me to shut upr'
The man put his head out and gazed at
Mr.. Bowser. Then he advised him to eat
a bran mash, soak his head and hang on
to his chin. Mr.. Browser replied in kind,
and added a threat to Eek his fellow pas
senger if he had to pursue him around the
globe to find the occasion. The whole car
was in row before the conductor could be
brought in as peacemaker. and Mr.. Bow
ser was one of the half dozen who dressed
and sat up for the next three hours and
glared around him and muttered under
his breath. At four O'Clock in the after
noon he entered his own house and flung
his satchel on the floor.
How I'D you get home so soon?" asked
Mrs Bowser in alarm. "And is mother
better or worse?'
81 didn't get to Concord he replied
''You didn't? Then she is dead, You got
a telegram"
81 got nothing. The internal old rail-
road undertook to bull-doze me around and
deprive me of my rights and 1 wouldn't
stand it. got off at a junction and took