Akron daily Democrat. [volume] (Akron, Ohio) 1892-1902, 1901-09-04

but the butchers had bought them all
up for chops in the spring. He looked
for babbling brooks, but they all turn
ed out to be frog ponds. Half way to
the wood he met a tramp, and Weary"
accosted him with: N @s
"say, Gully, what misfortune caused
ye to take to de hoof? Sit down and
tell me de yarn"
"Sirl Do you know who you are ad-
dressing?" demanded Mr.. Bowser in
reply.
mo- but I'd like to. Are ye callin
yerself Rube de Rusher or Lie de
Limper7 Sit down and work yer chin
and git some pinters from an old vet"
Mr.. Bowser passed on, but his tenn
perature went still higher as the tramp
hurled cuss words at his back and the
dust in the road grew deeper. When
he reached the wood at last, he sank
down under a gnarled oak which was
throwing it's grateful shade over an
empty beer bottle some bicyclist had
left behind, and FOR ten long minutes
lie gave himself up to the cheerful
thoughts Of how he would murder the
family cat II he ever lived to get home.
The hot sun had developed headache.
and the rough walk had brought out
two soft corhs. In addition, he hadn't
found anything that babbled or gam
boiled and had been sassed by q tramp
and insulted by a fat man. That one
man picnic would have been declared
off by most men, but Mr.. Bowser was
made Of sterner stuff. He got up after
awhile and went looking for a shady
dell. He had just found a cheap one
horse dell which he thought might do
at a pinch when a wandering buInble-
bee pumped against his neck and lift
ed him clear off the ground with a
yell. 1t took him quarter Of an hour
to get over the pain of the sting, and
the swelling was so big that he had to
csrry his head on his left shoulder, but
he didn't give up his picnic on that ac-
count
"I told Mrs. Bowser I'd have picnic.
and III have one or die" muttered Mr..
Bowser as he got out of the dell and
went looking for babbling brook.
He found a ditch which drained .
swamp, but it didn't babble. 1t was
simply working nine hours per day for
ten hours wages. He fell into hole
as he looked around for the bluebells
of the woodland, and he fell over log
as he listened for the tap Of the wood
pecker and the squeal of the squirrel.
He had to realize at last that there was
nothing in the greenwood for him, and
then he softly swore by the dust of the
dead Bowsers that he'd never go home
till he had culled the daisy. 1t was
his oath that took him out Of the wood
into a meadow. 1t was a meadow un-
der per cent mortgage, and the
grass grew scant, and the milkweeds
and mulleins flourished galore, While
Mr.. Bowser looked for daisies an old
bull looked for him. The bull got
through looking and got down to busi-
ness first. AS he figured out that he
had an easy mark. his head went down
and his tail went up, and he tried to
get up gait Of a mile a minute as he
charged. Mr.. Bowser had no electric
motor under his vest. but the way he
travelled 40 rods and fell over q fence
into the highway made the bovine be-
hind him feel sick. The basket had
been left In the bumblebee dell, and
there was nothing to detaln the excur-
sionist in that particular locality any
longer. AS be trudged back to the car
terminal two more soft corns showed
up, three or four limps rung In on his
legs, and he discovered that his nose
and ears were peeling under the burn
of the sun. The shades of evening were
falling with the usual crash when Mr..
Bowser stood once more In his ances-
tral hall, but there was still light