The Morris County chronicle. [volume] (Morristown, N.J.) 1877-1915, 1902-01-24

them and then iaLg-lngly Ie-AatAeu
that the rats must have been frisking
with them. | charged the cook to
overdo his breakfast egg, but he did
not seem to notice It, scattered five
or six clothespins in the front hall, ex-
pecting him to break out about reck-
less extravaganza and the poorhouse,
but he smiled blandly as he walked
over them. / called to see the family
doctor during the forenoon, but he
could not clear up the mystery. He
had known such sudden changes to
mean death within few days, and he
advised me to be watchful. When Mr..
Bowser came home from the office, /
had q poor dinner for him, and also
informed him that the coal was out
and water pipe leaking, but that soft.
sweet smile never left his face. Dur
ing the evening he said that he had
made a fool of himself hundred times
over since our marriage, but that he
had solemnly determined to keep clear
of all fads in the future. The cook
called me down stairs and wanted to
know if Mr.. Bowser wasn't going to
carry on any more, and when l said it
was doubtful she gave me a weeks no
tice. Things had become too lonesome
for her.
Friday.-Same peaceful getting out
of bed and eating breakfast. / insisted
that he couldn't be well, but he replied
that his health was never better. He
had hardly left the house before l tele-
graphed his symptoms to mother and
asked her opinion. She replied that he
would probably try suicide within
week and that l had better lock up all
the poisons in the house. When he
came home at night, was lying on the
lounge and pretending to have terri
BILE headache. Instead of saying that
it served me right for overeating or 60
ing around barefoot and then whistling
and stamping around to add to my suf-
fering, he sat down and told me how
sorry he was and did all he could to
alleviate the pain. had to get up and
eat dinner with him and pretend to be
cured. We had little spelling school
during the evening, and, though l
spelled him down a dozen times, he
only smiled over 1t. / told him the
cook had broken two plates that day,
but he replied that all crockery was
made to be broken. asked for a new
hat, and he gave me the money without
a word about the poorhouse. tried to
get him to go to the club, but he said
he preferred his own home. The cook
went up stairs very much afraid, and
| went to bed to dream of tragedies.
Saturday.-Still no more morning
kicks, no breakfast kicks. Mr.. Bowser
had only left the house when the cook
packed up and followed She said
there were ghosts about teiegraphed
for mother to come, but she answered
that it was impossible. / called on the
doctor again, but he said we could do
nothing. never put in a worse day
in my life, and was really i'll when
Mr.. Bowser's step was heard at last.
My heart bounded as heard him drag
ging his feet / thrilled Gs he banged
the door open. l jumped up with a
laugh as he flung down his hat in the
hall, realized that he was Mr.. Bow
ser again. He stood there in the hall
glaring around, and as l stepped into
view he began:
Woman, by the horn spoon, / want
to know whether this is q house or a
cooper shop?"
Then fell upon his shoulder and
wept. He had returned to himself. He
was no longer some one else. but the
real. genuine Bowser, and sang a