The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1901-07-12

ugly and so much in earnest that Mr..
Bowssr felt IL wise TO move on. IL
didn't take him long, however, TO ind
another subject On the steps OF
tumble down old shanty there sat
baby, and in the doorway above him
stood goat. There were sentiment
and picturesqueness combined, and al
most AT the first glance Mr.. Bowser de-
cided To label the picture THE Baby's
Guardian" The baby stared at him,
and the goat kept watchful eye as
be moved around and made ready, and
in another minute the button would
have been pressed but for an Interrupt
ton. A woman suddenly appeared in
the doorway beside the goat and called
out:
"Now then, what's goin on out
thereY'
I'm about to take n picture with my
kodak" replied Mr., Bowser.
lis II Of the baby and the goatT'
Eyes"
"Then you drop 1t like a hot pertaty
or I'll come down on We as big as IA
house,
"My dear woman, let me explain the
situation. am an amateur photogra'
pher. l am taking a few pictures
for
Il understands perfectly" she inter
rupted. "AIe old man sat right here
one day two months ago a-smokin or
his pipe and feelin that it was good 10
live when along comes a blOke wild jest
sich a machine as that He peeks ana
squints and takes a pictur' and goes
off. and two days later me DAM Is
arrested by the police fur stealth four
barrels of cement and six punches OF
shingles. Be off, say!'
"My good woman, l solemnly assure
you began Mr.. Bowser, but she adj
vanced and punched him in the back
with broom, and he had to move on.
He travelled six or eight blocks be-
fore he struck his next landscape.
1t was a rude shanty, with a sign OF
"Saloon" over the door, and there were
a dozen picturesque figures loafing
around and splitting cotton. Mr.. Bow
ser decided to take picture and label
it "The Home of Industry" and none
of the idlers objected as he made ready.
Indeed, some of them assumed still
more picturesque poses, as If to favor
him. In a couple of minutes his work
was done, and he was about to turn
away when one of the gang approached
and queried:
dat was a snap shot, wasn't it?'
at was"
"And we all did our best fur you?"
"You did. and I'm much obliged.
think the negative will work out beau.
tifully."
And about de drinks, Gully? DE
boys is eXpectin at least key of beer
Yves all hardworkin men, wild wives
and kids to support, and we can't pose
! fur nuthin. VIII We come in and tell
Jimmy to tap a fresh keg?"
"A keg." exclaimed Mr.. Bowser. "No
of course not. I'm willing to buy you
each glass of beer but you don't
want TO pile it on too thick"
"Dey was beautiful poses," suggested
the man.
yes, the poses were all right
."Aud de boys won't take less'n a
keg"
"Then they won't take anything. The
crowd of you ought TO feel highly hon
ored at being photographed"
Oats so, Gully. But about dat kegT
81 shan't pay for any key"
The man turned TO his gang and
made sign. and next minute Mr. Bow
ser was surrounded and picked up and
/ flung into blanket held by six men.
/ Before he could scarcely yell out he
was being tossed in the air, and for
/ the next ten minutes he performed
more gyrations than he thought it pos
sible for a human being TO go through
with. When the crowd was weary, he
was spilled out Of the blanket, the
| fragments OF the camera were handed
/ TO him, and he was headed up the
street His back was covered with
grass and dirt, his hat caved in, his
whole appearance dilapidated, and