West Virginia argus. [volume] (Kingwood, W. Va.) 1877-1946, 1903-02-12
DONSER THE BACKSUDER.
He Sets Out TO be an Angel, but Is
Dswned by Bedstcad.

get them at intervals. They get to
thinking things over and decide that
1t is time to make change for the
better, and they come home with
a more or less angelic look on their
faces. Mr.. Bowser's look on this
occasion was soft and ripe and
balmy, and even before he had
taken off his overcoat he gave Mrs.
Bowser kiss and observed:
"Well, dear, hope you haven't
been lonesome to-day. l hurried
home as fast as could"
Mrs. Bowser was not benumbed.
She knew all his moods, and was
prepared for anything between the
angelic and the desperate. She
returned his kiss and said it was
good Of him, and when he put his
arm around her to go down to dinner
she giggled bit to remind him of
his counting days. The cook had
trouble with the stove, and the
butcher and grocer had been late,
and the dinner deserved no praise.
Nevertheless, Mr.. Bowser was pleas
ed to say that Delmonico couldn't
have-furnished better one, and his
words so frustrated the cook that
she cut her thumb and decided to
strike for a raise of wages. When
dinner was over Mr.. Bowser sat
down to his cigar and looked around
the room in a tender way. and
remarked:
elf there is anything more pleas
ant than this would like to see it.
My pity goes out to the man without
a home"
ri am glad you like your home,"
replied Mrs. Bowser, though at the
same time she wondered If he would
hold out during the evening
"Of course, ike my home, and
what makes it the home il is9 1t is
my little WHEY wife, and l want to
give you big kiss for being the
angel you are. If you were to die
or go away from me, I wouldn't care
to live another day. Won't you
give your old hubby hugo"
Mrs. Bowser blushed and looked
shy, and performed the hugging act,
and the penitent Mr.. Bowser con-
tinued:
81 was thinking things over to-
day. I'm an old kicker, and /
know it, and want you to forgive
me Nobody but wretch would
rail out at you as do at times and
threaten to get divorce and all that.
At such times you ought to hire
man to kick me around the block"
81 have no fault to find with you,
All husbands get out of temper at
times"
at is good ofyon TO say that, my
dear, and you hear me when say
that If ever act up again 1 hope
the town will turn out and ride me
on a rail. Is there any work I can
do around the house this eyeninefD
81 hardly think so. There is a
bedstead upstairs I'd like taken
down, but | was going to ask you to
send up man from the furniture
store"
whats the matter with me doing
the work? I haven't anything par
tIcular 10 do for the next few
minutes. It's no use in foolinp
around a week to get somebody up
here and pay him s. for a quarter
Of an hours work. I'll do il and
give you the sz."
''You are real good, Mr.. Bowser,
but it's hard work Juggling bedsteads
around, and youTl--youIl-"
"I1l get mad and blame you, you
mean2"
'fY-es."
Never made a bigger mistake in
your life. You haven't seen me
mad in 10 gears, and I'm not the
sort Of husband to blame my wife
for what do myself what put
such an absurd notion into your
bead?"
Hadn't you just as soon send up
man?"
"Not il the court Knows herself
! feel just ike wrestling with some.
thing heavy, and rn make the
change before you can count a
hundred"
"And you WON'T blame me?"
"Blame you, my dear When did
] ever blame you for anythinq2 And
what can blame you for, even II r.
was that sort Of hyenap You bet
won't blame you nor anybody else,
and you'll be s. ahead oflhe game.
Kiss me again, little one"
Nj. Bowser whistled merry air
as be took Of his coat and cuffs and