Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1900-03-25

was only one g in it, and you said
there were two. I want to ask your
forgiveness. OF course you were
right"
There's nothing to forgive" replied
Mrs. Bowser. People are often mis-
taken about a word
"But I got mad and called you an
idiot. I wish some one had been at
hand to kick me. About that last coal
bill said we had burned a ton a
week and jumped up and down and
bulldozed around, and it's a wonder
you kept your temper as you did.
Please forgive me for that.
Eyes, but made fool of myself, as
I had a hundred times before. Even
if we had used ton a week you
couldn't help it. You don't make the
weather. If there was ever a wife
who looked after things around the
house with determination to help her
husband, it is you. I don't believe
cents worth of stuff is wasted in a
year.
81 try to do my BEST" she responded,
but at the same time wishing that
Jones or Brown would come in and In
terrupt the conversation.
"Do you remember the night came
home and found a clothespin on the
doorstep?" continued Mr.. Bowser, with
evident enjoyment. 81 busted into the
hall and made as much fuss over that
old clothespin as if it had been dia-
mond sunburst. l stamped around and
shouted and bulldozed and spoiled the
whole evening. Mrs. Bowser, why
didn't YOU bristle up to me and tell me
to shut right up or you'd leave? If
you had hit me with a crowbar that
night, it would have served me right
Have you-can you ever forgive me?"
There was strange man here this
afternoon" she said, determined to
break up the conversation at all haz-
ards, "and 1 think he wanted to see
you about land"
well, let him come when I'm home.
I believe you told me not long ago that
you had saved all my old love letters.
Suppose you get 'em all down, and
we'll read 'em over"
Il don't think I could find them
tonight. Shall we run into Browns
for an hour?"
I'm too comfortable to go out.
Wasn't it funny about my trying that
barefoot cure? When man starts in
to make fool of himself the way do
every little while, somebody ought to
take a club to him. If l bring base
ball bat home, will you whack me with
it the first time act like an idiot?"
Mrs. Bowser was about to make an
excuse to leave the room when the
cook came up with a bill. 1t was a
balance of 81 cents owing the butcher.
Mr.. Bowser was smiling all over as
she handed it to him, but no sooner
had he glanced over it than a thunder
cloud took the place Of his smile, and
he shouted:
What's this? What's this? You've
been running in debt again."
''The butcher couldn't change BILL"
explained Mrs. Bowser.
Debts, debts, debts!" exclaimed Mr..
Bowser as he flung the cat half way
across the room and jumped up and
swung his arms in the air. Woman,
haven't / warned you a million times
about this reckless extravaganza? If /
gave you $1,000 a week to run this
house on, you'd still be in debt! or
all the extravaganza, reckless spend
thrifts ever saw you are the worst"
But it wasn't running in debt. l
had bill, and he couldn't change 1t.
I expected to pay it tomorrow"
What's tomorrow got to do with
it? / tell you not to run in debt, and
you defy me. I'm looking at the prin-
ciple Of the thing. Mrs. Bowser, this
is too much-too much!"
Wreck, ruin and the poorhouse!"
he groaned as he walked about. Its
no wonder I'm old and bent and gray
before my time. Thousands of clothes
pins on the front steps, tons of broken
dishes in the back yard-waste and
extravaganza everywhere! And you sit
there-and you sit there and smile
over it! Woman, / won't stand 1t! I