Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1903-10-01

~ cant weep over all the sad things
I hear. In this case, I suppose that
building was about ready to fall, any
how. Won't you lie down ?"
"And there was the old oak, under
which we used to gather acOrns, con-
tinued Mr.. Bowser, as his face grew
redder and more tears came. "They
have gone and cut down that dear old
tree and put windmill in its place,
How dare they do it 1t was
under the um-um-umbrageous
branches of that old oak that l first
told you my love-that you told me
my love was returned. l wanted to
buy that tree and preserve it under
glass case, but they have cutit down
and sold it for stove wood"
"It's too bad, said Mrs. Bowser,
"but don't you think you'd better go
to bed now? don't think You are
feeling very well"
"No. I'm not feeling well. Do you
know, I feel that I won't live to bother
any one much longer. l shall be
found dead in my bed some morning
and that will be the end of it. l did
want to zee that dear old hill again,
the spot where I first told you Of my
love, as we were sliding down hill,
but it cannot be. Do you know they
have torn that hill down and made a
woodward on the spot ? How could
they do it-bow could they2"
well, we are sorry, but we can't
help it, and think you'd better 60 to
bed now. You know you were up
late last night.
"Go to bed Never How can l
when know that dear old horse pond,
in which I first told you of my love,
has been cut up and sold by the piece
Such things sink deep into my heart
and if you were a true-hearted
woman you would be weeping instead
Of sitting there like log of wood. You
wouldn't care if all the dear old things
of your childhood were traded off for
turnips."
where are you going ?" asked Mrs.
Bowser, as he started down the hall.
Where am goin ? I'm goin' to find
someone who can sympathize with me,
and understand my feelings. You can
sit there with your heart of stone, and
the blamed old cat can sit there
with you, but IL"
He put on his hat and overcoat
and went out. The cold night wind
dried his tears, but at the same time
it set that hard cider working up in
the top of his head, and Mr.. Bowser
had only reached the corner when
he had to reach out for the fence.
What happened to him in the next
quarter of an hour was told by the
policeman who brought him home.
Madam" he said, as Mrs. Bowser
answered his ring at the bell, "iS this
your husband ?"
"Yes," she replied, as Mr.. BOwser
was assisted into the hall.
"His name is Bowser, isn't it? "
Eyes"
"Yesh, names Bowser," mused the
Oulprit, as he leaned up against the
wall and stared around.
HAS anything happened to un-
hinge his mind7" continued the
officer. "I found him on the corner
hanging to the fence and crying and
muttering to himself about little red
tree, and an old oak school-house.
He INIT crazy is he ?"
Not at all. He simply received
a jug of hard cider from Tucker county
tonight"
"Ah, and he sampled the cider ?"
"Yesh, shsmpled zhe shiber," added
Mr.. Bowser.
Il see, madam understand.
He sampled the cider, and the cider
sampled him. Sorry to have disturb
ed you. Better get him to bed soon.
"Mishus Bowser," began Mr..
Bowser, as the door closed on the
officer. do you know That they have
went and gone and cut down That
dear old huckleberry swamp in which
l first told you
up you go, she interrupted, as
she pointed at the stsirs.
Ten minutes later be was in bed
and unconscious to the world.