Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-04-19

. CAiCu sweet LdLSIS. AS Cle6TLully as IF we were holding a birthday party.
 Indeed boy stood at the gate and sung in loud voice:
 'Old Bowser's very bad He is-he is:
 Old Bowser's very bad He is-he Is;
 Old Bowser's going to turn his toes, | And don't care which way he goes, For biz-for biz-gee- ee-whiz-gee-whiz. That's what he roared out, MT. Bowser, and 1 was expecting to be 1 widow every few minutes, and yet you ask me to sit here and weep because some one we never heard of has met with sorrow or misfortune"
 Woman, wouldn't have that heart of yours for all the money in Amer ica," he said, as he hesitated between kicking at the cat, who was taking it all in, or pounding on the table with his fist. No wonder you have made fourteen different attempts to assas- Sinate me since our marriage No wonder that sorrowing men, weeping women and grieving children cast one glance at this house and then shud- der and hurry along. It wasn't week ago, as l got off the car, that a wild eyed tramp, fleeing for his life, dashed past me with terror depicted on every line of his countenance. You had been threatening his life. no doubt, instead of giving him words of sympathy"
 "Yes, I remember she quietly re- marked He called for a bite to eat. and while the, cook was getting it ready for him he stole a bottle of claret off the sideboard and took a skate. He wasn't flying for his life, but for his claret.'
 'I'll never believe it-never on this earth. If was in sorrow and misfor- tune, one look into your cold and un- feeling face would chill me to the marrow. All this long, long day could hardly keep the tears from my eyes as 1 thought of the scores and scores around us who sit wai1ing and grieving, and yet you-you''
 T haven't shed any tears or seen any call for it. Should a grieving woman or weeping child call here to- night however,
 You'd break their necks with a crowbar-you know you would!' he shouted, as he stamped about and emotion colored his nose clear down to the tip. You sit here and wait for sorrow to come to you, while I"-
 While you do the same thing"
 By thunder, woman, but you won't fling that in my face a second time. I was intending to go out anyhow, but now nothing can stop me. Yes. I will take walk out and find and alleviate sorrow, and let despairing humanity see that it has at least one friend in this selfish world"
 Mrs. Bowser made no objections, although he rather hoped she would. and he walked slowly down the hall and donned his overcoat and hat and passed out into the night.
 His very first move was to slip on the steps and roll to the bottom, and love for general humanity was re- placed by ctlss words for the next five minutes, but he finally got the old feel ing back and started down the street
 Sorrow, grief and misfortune were also looking for him. A Weary Will liam bobbed up almost at once, and in pathetic tone proceeded to say that his wife had consumption, his children the humps and he himself was af- ficted with two different and separate cricks in the back. There was neither fire nor food in the house, and the hard hearted landlord had just given notice of eviction and the gas man had left the rooms in darkness. w, w. was looking for some one to sor- row with -him-some one to weep in chorus-some one who would advance half dollar and wait until he got to that better land for his reward.
 Mir Eowser listened patiently for ten minutes and then backed into his own yard and said:
 You old rascal, but you are lying to me! It wasn't over three days ago l saw you drunkr
 Wont you sorrow with me?" whined the man.
 Not q blamed sorrow."
 Wont you grieve?'
 Not bit.''
 Won't your feelin's for a feller bein in distress permit you to hand over quarterr
 Not q durned centy'
 "Then. you internal old hypocrite"--
 And then Mrs. Bowser and the cat heard the riot and ran to the front door. Mir. Bowser, who was hatless, lay on the ground where he had fallen, and the tramp was making off at 2:10 gait with his four dollar hat.
 .Well, did you find any one sitting in the shadow of black despair?" ask ed Mrs. Bowser, as she went down to the fallen man, who had received bang on the nose
 "C-call the policer' shouted MT. Bowser.
 Never mind the police, dear. You set out to comfort and console and let grieving humanity know that it had one friend left, and now you come in and let me take the dirt out of the back of your neck and sing you to sleepv'
 And Mir. Bowser was so dazed and