Bisbee daily review., 1903-12-11
ICopyright. 1908. by c. B. Lewis.I

stolen half a dozen glances at him Mrs. Bowser could not determine whether he had developed a new soft corn or had been buying stock in an air ship. Din ner was over before the mystery was solved. When he had lighted his cigar he said:
 Mrs. Bowser. am called to Chicago on business and shall probably be gone for four or five days. I shall leave by the 10 o'clock train in the morning.
 Then you will want me to pack your grip tonight" she replied.
 Thanks. but will do my own pack ing. l remember how nervous you got over putting up a shirt and two collars for me when had to go to Boston for a day last year. If l had month to spare l should tell you to go ahead, but as l have only a few hours and don't want you to come down with nervous prostration I will toss the few things need into the grip with my own hands"
 "I don't remember anything about being nervous when you went away last year." answered Mrs. Bowser.
 No? I left you on the verge of a col lapse. and l believe you had to call doctor after l was gone. I am not lay ing it up against you. Women can't help their nervousness. And after have finished this cigar l will do the packing. and you will see how coolly and calmly I do it.
 Mrs. Bosser smiled a smile to the cat. and the cat winked wink back 1T .,1. II calm ways. and they were willing to wait for the fun to begin. Twenty min utes later he had finished his smoke and asked for his grip. It was up stairs and Mir. Bowser had started to lead the way when he suddenly stopped and exclaimed:
 By the great horn spoon, but have I been ass enough
 What is it?'' she asked.
 q bought my railroad ticket this afternoon so as to have no bother about it in the morning, and I've-Fve lost it. Woman
 You can't have lost it.
 But I tell you it's gone. Woman, have you or that blamed old cat been picking my pocketsT'
 How silly for you to talk that way. Feel in all your pockets. You can't have lost it.
 Mir. Bowser, who was all in trem- ble and his face flushing red and white, jammed his hands into one pocket after another. and the ticket
 
 handkerchief.
 "Ah, 1 remember nowr' he said as he smiled at her in a patroniZing way. You'd have carried it around in your hand and laid it down anywhere, but l put it where it would be safe. simply forgot for an instant I think l shall take about four shirts and two nightshirts with me-
 But what can you do with so many:" she asked. You don't expect to change shirts two or three times q day, do you?"
 ''Supposing l am taken sick or meet with an accident and have to go to the hospital. I don't want them to think l am some roustabout off steamboat. A woman never thinks of those things, while a man always does. Put out eight shirts if I have got them and as many pairs of cuffs and twelve col lars and four neckties."
 Mrs. Bowser laid them out like an obedient wife and smiled as MT. Bow ser looked fvom the heap to his satchel and back.
 Perhaps six shirts, eight collars, six pairs of cuffs and three neckties might possibly do." he unused. Yes, 1 will try to get along with that many. and with the rest. Now, then, that's all. and you see it has taken me about three minutes where it would have taken you two hours"
 But you want a couple of pairs of socks. don't youT' queried Mrs. Bow ser.
 "Yes, I will take them along. ! should have remembered them in minute more."
 And you want two or three clean handkerchiefs?" Yes"
 And you've forgotten your comb and brush"
 q was just about to ask for them. | Well. that's just all. and here l am all ready to start. Woman, let this be a pointer for you.''
 With that he snapped the jaws of his l grip together and was about to bear it | downstairs when Mrs. Bowser said:
 How about your toothbrush? Are you going to borrow one in ChicagoY
 T want it, of course, and I was about to ask where it was. Don't i'm agine l shall forget anything"
 Are you going to take your shaving outfit along or go to barber shop?"
 MT. Bowser flushed up, and his ears twitched, but he crowded in the outfit ! without a word and was on his way downstairs when he suddenly stopped l and exclaimed: By the living jingo. if it hasn't gone | clean out of my headw What is it nowT'