Waterbury evening Democrat., 1903-11-23
TRIP OF MR. BOWSER
1t Was Brief but Full of Costly Experiences While It Lasted-Ponts on Packins-He Planned to Take Enough on Four Days Journey For Months Outing


 without word and was on his way downstairs when he suddenly stopped and exclaimed:
 ''By the living jingo, if it hasn't gone clean out of my head" What is it now?' "Why, the man told me what time the train went, but I've forgotten whether it was twenty-two minutes be- fore or after 10 o'clock. asked him l for time table, but whether he gave it to me or not''-
 Be cool, MT. Bowser," she cautioned; ''be cool and calm and don't get nerv- ous collapse"
 l "Who's getting nervous collapseT' 1 he shouted. T. have no doubt that I brought time table home with me, but you've probably gobbled on to it to l make me miss my train. That's one of your little tricks, but 1t won't work" l He went to the telephone and rang up | the ticket office, the baggage express and three or four other folks and at | length discovered that the train started exactly at 10 o'clock. Mrs. Bowser ] waited until he had secured this infor- nation and then quietly asked
 ''You secured your parlor and sleep 1 Ing car tickets, of courseT' l By John! By John!" he gasped as he jumped up.
 l That's just like man, but you can probably get them in the morning. You, of course, don't object to riding backward all day and taking an upper l berth at night?'' l Mir. Bowser jumped for the telephone and raised the central office a foot high, but after half an hour of helloing he 1 was no better off Mrs. Bowser had one more shot to 1 give him before they went to bed to 1 leave the bulging satchel on q chair in the sitting room.
 You haven't put in your reading l glasses, you know. she said, land without them you would not be able to read a newspaper. They are on the mantel there.'
 He gave her look intended to break at least half the bones in her body, ! and then put the glasses in the grip, which by this time he had opened and closed at least twenty times.
 Ten minutes later he observed that it was bedtime. He didn't want to get l an early start, and he wasn't afraid of not getting as much sleep as usual, but there was no need of adding to the wealth of the gas company by sitting up and looking at the walls. They had got to bed, and Mrs. Bowser had just been treated to his first snore, when he suddenly sat up and called out:
 "Jinks and jing1es, but did pack up any collars or didn't IF"
 "Of course you did-eight of them," she replied.
 T don't think did, and if I didn't l shall be in a nice fix when I get to Chicago. I'll just run downstairs and I sec"
 He stumbled downstairs through the darkness, barking his shin on a rocking chair and just saving his nose from an open door, and after lighting up the gas, he found the collars all right and returned to bed. This time he slept until midnig@. Then Mrs. Bowser heard him utter grunt as his feet l struck the floor.
 Il What is it now P she asked. i Did I put in that bottle of collie Il with collie while travelling"
 No, you didn't put it in, but I'll see to it in the morning
 "I'll see to it myself this very min ute," he muttered, and down he went on another visit to the grip. He felt that he was now thoroughly equipped, and he slept fairly well until 6 o'clock in the morning, when he got out of bed and began dressing. I Why, it's a whole hour too soon,'' said Mrs. Bowser as she awoke.
 sYes, I know that it's early, but there may be telegram for me, or Skinner may want to see me before leave. You needn't get up till T o'clock"
 She did, though, and breakfast was prepared and eaten. and during the next two hours MT. Bowser divided his time between giving her advice as to how to act in case the house took fire and opening and closing his grip. He was finally off, and Mrs. Bowser and the cat waved him adieu from the front steps. An hour passed and some one was heard to unlock the front door. It was MT. Bowser, grip in hand, and
 
 "Why, what on earth have you come back for?" asked Mrs. Bowser in as- tonishment.
 He looked at her without replying.
 What is it?"
 Still no reply.
 Have you been stricken dumb?" I Woman, don't play the hypocrite with mer' he shouted as he flung the grip the whole length of the hali at the grinning cat "You had one of your hirelings on the street car pick my pocket of $100, and I've come back home, and Chicago can go to grass"
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