West Virginia argus. [volume] (Kingwood, W. Va.) 1877-1946, 1903-02-12

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great art 10 Hop mattress off a bed.
A farmers hired man can do il after
two or three lessons. Mr.. Bowser
had removed a hundred mattresses
In his time, and after looking at this
one from all sides he suddenly seized
II BY the roots. as 1t were, gave it a
flip and twist and landed il on the
floor.
"rhe idea of sending up a mani"
he exclaimed, as he pushed up his
sleeves and reached out for the
springs "And the idea OF my
getting mad about"
The two foot Stats fell down, the
springs made sudden dive and Mr..
Bowser's shins brought up against
something hard. 1t was not a rail-
road sandwich. He stepped back
and was about to begin a speech
when Mrs. Bowser looked in and
queried:
"How are you getting along,
dear1"
Beautifully, and you can't help
any," he replied, as the red spread
clear back to his collar button.
She retreated and he spst on his
hands and surveyed the springs from
six different directions. 1t finally
and suddenly occurred to him to
drop the other Stats and let the
springs fall to the floor, and he was
rubbing his hands when Mrs.
Bowser looked in again.
Gust little scheme of my own, I"
chuckled Mr.. Bowser. al think
could give some of these furniture
men pointer or two on handling
bedsteads. There is the right way
and wrong way, the same as in
handling kicking cow or balky
mule. You needn't do any wor.
ring, my dear"
"Well, don't get all heated up,
and don't lose your temper"
There were II different ways to
take down bedstead. 1t was some
time before Mr.. Bowser discovered
any of these ways. 1t suddenly
flashed upon him that the ends OF
the rails lifted up. He lifted; no
go. He tugged; something wabbled
He kicked; both ends OF the rail
came out at once, and, without any
particular object in view, Mr..
Bowser plunged forward and sprawl
ed on the mattress.
"Now, by the great horn spoon,
but will do somebody or some
thing a mortal injury" he howled,
as he kicked out in every direction.
The idea that free born citizen of
these United States can't take down
an internal old bedstead in his own
house without being insulted and
degraded is enough"
1t was a wooden bedstcad. A
brass bedstead is a passive piece of
machinery unless aroused, while
wooden one is always maliciously
aggressive and waiting to cripple
somebody for life. Mr.. Bowser
hauled off and gave the footboard
kick. 1t wasn't any such kick as
mule with hind leg IA feet long
could give. but just an ordinary fat
mans kick, with good deal of
mad behind it. The intention was
to smash the whole bedstead into
teothpicks and knock down the hall
partition, but it didn't pan ont.
Mr.. Bowser was leaning against the
wall holding his kicking foot high
in the air and gasping for breath,
when Mrs. Bowser looked in and
XII ndly asked:
care you getting along all right,
dcar?"
He looked at her long time in
silence. His face had a chloride
Of lime color, his ears we're working
vigorously and it was evident that
he was boiling within.
"Mrs. Bowser," he whispered as
he limped over and glared into her
eyes like wild animal brought to
bay, "you knew how this thing
would result, and you deliberately
put up job to get revenge on me. "
why Mr.. Bowser, warned
you at the outset not"
"Neyer did--never. You had
the thing all planned before I 20,
home. n you want to murder me.
and It seems that you do, why not
shoot noe in my sleepp"
'How can you talk sop told
you'd get mad and
81 am not mad, Mrs. Bowser.
I've simply got my eyes opened at
last No further words are neces-
sary. The limit has been reached.
I arm now going to the library to
look over certain papers and arrange
matters as quietly as possible, and ]
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