Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1901-01-06
MIR. BOWsER'S TRIBULATIONS.
His Mother-in-Layv Arrives and
Speaks Her Mind.
Copyright. 1900, by c. B. Lewis.)

Speaks Her Mind.
Copyright. 1900, by c. B. Lewis)
On his way home the other evening
Mr.. Bowser had his feet stepped cn
his hat knocked off and his ribs poked
by umbrellas, and by the time he
reached home he was ready for row
To add fuel to his feelings ne found
that his motAer-in-law had arrived
two hours before and was comfort
ably installed at the head of affairs
| while Mrs. Eowser had gone to bed
with headache. Formal greetings had
scarcely been exchanged when he said
What's all this twaddle about head
ache? When l left the house this
morning, Mrs. Bowser was as chirp as
a cricket. Mighty funny that head
ache should flop her into bed all at
once"
There's nothing funny about it.
promptly replied the mother-in-law
She had a nervous headache and
told her to go to bed. She looks to me
as if her nerves were all racked to
pieces, and she ought to go home with
me for year
That's all nonsense. Her nerves are
all right-as right as mine. She's
probably been sloshing around in the
rain and got her feet wet, and if SO
she will get no pity from me
You are not asked nor expected to
pity her, sir. and if you want any din
ner you'd better eat it now. found
the cook very lazy ard impudent and
therefore l discharged her I've man
aged to cook a little something myself,
however"
"You-you discharged the cook at an
hours notice." he exclaimed, with
flushed face.
II gave her II minutes TO get out.
I'd like to see a cook or any one else
trying to walk over my daughter"
Mr.. Bowser sat down to the table
with his gorge in his throat. The
mother-in-law had thrown down the
gauntlet, and he had picked it up.
1T is picked up dinner she ex-
planned as she brought it from the
kitchen. This is one of my Irish
stews, and l know you'll like it,"
"A stew for dinner" he gasped as
his eyes began to roll.
Certainly, and not much besides, but
il it's good enough for me it's good
enough for you. I've heard about your
finding fault with your dinners, but
you can either eat this or let it alone.
When a man gets the idea that house
is run for his benefit only. it's time he
was brought to book"
Mr.. Bowser meant to jump up and
pound on the table and declare that he
was master Of his own house and
wouldn't eat Irish stew for dinner if he
starved to death; but. to his intense
surprise, he not only chung to his chair
but actually found himself eating the
stew. There was something in the icy
glare of the woman that had a re-
straining influence on his impetuosity.
The offence was weak and the potatoes
UNDERGONE, and he had opened his
mouth to declare that he wouldn't ask
a hog to sit down TO such a meal, when
the mother-in-law fastened her eyes
on him and said:
You just keep quiet and be thankful
for what you've got. I've known bus-
bands to make dinner on raw tur-
nips!"
The pudding was favored with van
lila. and had Mrs. Bowser been there
Mr.. Bowser would have made her
heart ache for a month. but those icy
eyes checked his outbreak and even
compelled him to eat rather generous
ly. 1t was only when dinner was fin
ished and they had returned to the sit
ting room that he determined to shake
off the incubus and assert his indie
pendence.
Il think III go over to the club for
two or three hours this evening" he
observed as he toyed with the cat.
You'll DO nothing of the kind" re-