West Virginia argus. [volume] (Kingwood, W. Va.) 1877-1946, 1903-09-10

4 ~"" "SSP OFti all tnC sac
things ! hear. In this case, / sup.
pose that building was about ready
to fall anyhow. Won't you lie
DOWN"
"And there was the old oak, un-
der which we used to gather
acorns," continued Mr.. Bowser, as
his face grew redder and more tears
came. "rhey have gone and Gu,
down that dear old tree and put a
windmill in its place. GLOW dare
they do itS II was unber the UNI
ADVANTAGEOUS 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 a glass case,
but they have cut it down and sold
it for stove wood"
otis too bad" said Mrs. Bowser,
'but don't you think you'd better
go to bed nowf don't think you
are feeling very WE'LL"
mo. I'm not feeling we'll. Do
you know, feel that 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
1t. / did want to see that dear old
hill again-the spot where 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 woodward on
the spot1 How could they do it
how could they%
swell, we are sorry, but we can't
help it, and I think you'd better go
to bed now. You know you were
up late last night"
go to bedl Neverl How can
/ when / know that dear old horse
pond, in which / first told you of
my love, has been cut up and sold
by the piecef 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 goinga" asked
Mrs. Bowser as he started down the
hail."
"Where am l goin'f I'm goin' to
ind someone who can sympathize
with me, and understand my feel
ings. You can sit there with your
heart of stone, and the blamed old
cat can sit there with you, but l.
l."
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.. Bow
ser 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. Bow
ser answered his ring at the bell,
''is this your husband1"
eyes, she replied as Mr.. Bow
ser was assisted into the hall"
"Iis name is Bowser, isn't it1"
eyes"
"Yesh, names Bowser, unused
the culprit, as he leaned up against
the wall and stared around.
HAS anything happened to un-
hinge his mind1" continued the Off
Ger. az found him on the corner
hanging to the fence and crying
and muttering to himself about a
little red tree, and an old oak
schoolhouse. He isn't crazy ishe1"
"Not at all. He simply received
jug of hard cider from Tucker
county tonight"
"Ah, and he-he--"
"de sampled the cider"
"Yesh, shampled che shider,
added Mr.. Bowser
"I see, madam understand.
He sampled the cider, and the cider
sampled him. Sorry to have dis.
turbed you. Better get him to bed
soon."
'Mishus Bowsher," began Mr..
Bowser, as the door closed on the
officer, edo you know that they
have went and gone and cut down
that dear old huckleberry swamp in
which l first told YOU
Cup you go, >" she interrupted, a,
she pointed at the stairs.
Ten minutes later he was in bee
and unconscious 10 the world