Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1900-10-14

not remember, but she had slaughtered
them without fty and lett their
corpses unburied. Before he went out
ito a restaurant for his lunch he mace
a hunt for moths. and his search was
ably seconded by the cat. 1t was the
cat who finally found one Durrowed in
a dark corner. and Mr.. BoWser's reso-
luton was taken. The moths or the
carpets or something must be exter-
minated. He didn't go to a drug store
when he went out and ask for a
remedy. Believing that a waiter in a
restaurant ought to know all about
moths. he conf1ded his troubles to the
man and was answered:
Yes, sir, l car tell you what to do.
I've known all about moths ever since
| was knee high to Tom Thumb. You
want to sprinkle that carpet with a
compound made Of water, lime and
kerosene. Make up about six gallons
of it and don't be stingy about putting
it on. The idea is to kill the moths all
at once and have no long drawn out
suffering around the house.
Mr.. Bowser got the ingredients and
made a six gallon crock full, and then,
taking a flower sprinkler, he went over
tho n q rnnf onJ cto Nod ouo,.xyF nanfh m
the fly out of the Tenth ward. After
the cat had walked cross the carpet
once she also started, and it was late
in the afternoon before she returned
with sore feet and a reproachful look.
When the s%prinkling had been finished
and just as the back parlor vas to be
attacked, a tramp rang the door bell
and asked for something to eat. Mr..
Bowser felt complacent and liberal
hearted. In place of food he gave the
man a dime and then said:
Il don't claim to be a professional
artist, but I've just finished a little job
here I'd like you to look at. In trav-
cling around you must see more or less
artistic work.
Il do, sir" replied the tramp as he
followed him into the parlor and look
ed at the freshly painted woodwork.
This is what I calls a beauty, sir, a
real beauty. You've used kerosene and
oil with the paint, and the neighbors
will all be jealous of you. You should
have been an artist, sir"
There was a tinge of sarcasm in his
tones, but Mr.. Bowser added another
dime and bowed him out. 1t was now
noticed that the blue and red in the
carpet began to look freckled, but there
was no time to Investigate. The fur
niture of the other room was rushed
into the back yard, and the work of
putting on the peachblow began.
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Mr.. Bowser had been painting and
admiring for an hour when he heard
the dull rumble of thunder. His artis-
tic soul was not disturbed by it, nor
id he heed the rain which presently
began to pour down and continued for
two hours. When he had finished his
painting, he mace another mixture of
moth killer and drenched the carpet Of
that room as we'll, and he chuckled
with satisfaction as he imagined the
mob Of moths fleeing with terror, like
the Boxers before the allied army. He
had just got through and was contem-
plating his work with the satisfaction
of a good husband when Mrs. Bowser
arrived and walked in on him.
Welcome home, my dear" he said
as he extended his panty arms.
She didn't rush into them. She look
ed at the bubbling p~eachblow wool
work, at the freckled carpets, out Of
the window at the upholstered furni-
ture which had soaked for two hours
in the back yard, and then she sat
down on the floor and fell to weeping.