West Virginia argus. [volume] (Kingwood, W. Va.) 1877-1946, 1903-09-10
BOWSERS HARD CIDER.
lie Gets Gallon from an Old Friend
and Likes the Taste.

dinner the other evening when the
expressman drove up with two
gallon jug. which was tagged in Mr..
Bowser's name. The cork being
removed and the contents sampled,
he smacked his lips and exclaimed:
"This must be hard cider. l had
letter way long last fall from an
old friend in Tucker county and l
remember that he limited about
sending me down jug Of something
good later on. By John, but the
taste of it brings back the days
when used to walk three miles to
the cider mill. The old days are
gone never to return, but here is
the cider, and I'd rather have it
than so much champagne"
al have heard tina. hard cider
was almost as bad as whiskey to
intoxicate," observed Mrs. Bowser,
as Mr.. Bowser got away with his
second glass within five minutes"
"That's all nonsense. There isn't
enough alcohol in barrel OF 1t to
effect the brains of canary bird,
Uml But that Is old times. / feel
almost as il / were climbing apple
trees again. If we only had pump
kin pie now, I'd feel myself an un-
Gle Reube."
Mr.. Bowser read his paper for 10
minutes and then descended to the
dining room to see il the gas was
turned out. He decided to kill two
birds with one stone, aud third
glass of hard cider followed the
second and first. A quarter OF an
hour later the jug was tipped up the
fourth time within 40 minutes, and
soon after he came upstairs he be-
gan to grin and chuckle.
Anything funny happen to-day"
queried Mrs. Bowser after a sharp
look at him.
eyes. A fat man was running
to catch a car, and hal hal hal II
was mean to laugh at him, but when
he fell over a dog and rolled over
and over how could any one help
but-hal hal hal
''I wouldn't drink any more of
that cider this evening, il were
you"
whats the matter with the CT
der-hal hal hal Say. now, look
at our old cat. Isn't she perfec,
picture of domestic contentment7
With a dear little wife at my elbow
and blamed old cat on the hearth
rug, ! ought to be happy husband,
chr think the basement DOOR
may be open, and I'll go down and
see."
'I1l call the girl"
"No, I'll go. Yes, she's nice
old cat, and you are a dear little
wife, and if you'd seen that fat man
fall over that dog, you'd have gone
into hal hal hal"
The basement door was not open.
That cider jug was, however, and
Mr.. Bowser took advantage of the
occasion. As he was all alone and
in no hurry he drank a couple OF
glasses, and the taste carried him
back to the days when harvest APP
pies gave him the collie. He smiled
to himself while drinking, but when
he returned to the sitting room Mrs.
Bowser noticed that his hilsrity was
on the wane. Five minutes later
he turned ,on her and said;
"Do you remember that little red
school house beyond the bridge
where we went to school together"
"Of course" she replied.
"Did ! tell you that it had been
torn DOWN"
"No."
eyes, torn down and COW stable
put up there. How could they do
it9 That dear old school house
was surrounded by sentiment There
was where ! first loved you. There
was where where"
He could not go on. He pulled
out his handkerchief and held il to
bis eyes, and Mrs. Bowser realized
that the hard cider from old Tucker
had got in its work in good shape.
"Hadn't you better lie down on
the lounge for an hour or so2" she
suggested, as his tears continued to
fall.
"No sir" he replied with consid-
cradle force. MRS. Bowser, What
kind Of = woman are your Here
they 60 and tear down our dear Ia.
tie red school house one Of the most
sacred spots on earth to Us, and
you haven't a word to say. Even
when / tell you that COWS are nov
chewing their cuds on the spot