The Lexington dispatch. [volume] (Lexington, South Carolina) 1870-1917, 1904-06-29


Would you like to go along with me:'
"We will see when morning comes
she answered.
Il think you will get up with the
same enthusiastic feeling | have and
that by night we shall have things all
settled Now. then. have you got any
criticisms to make:'
None at all
But l expected you'd have a hun
dred You generally get 1t it and tear
all my plans to pieces and try to make
out that I'm a fool. SO you've nothing
to say"
Just word. Our butcher, as you
know. came in off farm last ye"r,
after tilling the soil for at least fifteen
years. He must know all about Il
farm and can give you lots Of point
ers. The evening is early yet. and
why don't you go over and talk with
him for few minutes"
by John, but that would be good
idea
1T would be 4 good IDEA. Mr.. Bow
SER Just give him your figures as you
gave them to me. and let him go over
them. They say he's a smart, shrewd
man"
'Of course he is. Id rather have his
opinion than any other man know of.
Yes. I'll go over and have little talk
with him. and if he backs me up,
which I'm sure he will. hope you'll
try and get up little more enthusiasm
over the matter. Where's the cat to-
night
"He seems to be out
If he was home Id hug him and
beg his pardon for the many times I've
threatened to knock his head off. He
goes with us to the country, and who
can say how many years his life will
be prolonged? Ill be back in an hour,
and perhaps you'll want to begin pack
ing tonight
MI BowSer set out with the springy
step Of a man of thirty. and his rheu-
matism and bronchitis were forgotten
for the hour. The butcher was about
to close his shop for the evening. but
he took Mr.. Bowser into his private
Office and listened to his story. He
neither sighed nor smiled. He simply
sat and stared at sample sausage
stufing machine left him that day for
trial and did not open his lips until the
story of life in the country. Illustrated
with cuts Of bullfrogs, bluebirds. hay
stacks and cornfelds, was related.
Then he rose up and asked:
Mr.. Bowser. do you want my honest
opinion on all this:'
Why, of course
Then I'll give it to You straight. 1t
is the dream of a jackass! If it wasn't
for the good sense of your wife as a
counterbalance you'd be in an idiot
asylum
What Mr. Bowser said in reply and
in as many languages as he could
think of took some little time and was
worth the price of admission, but the
butcher had nothing to retract and
finally got the door closed on his caller.
Five minutes later. as Mrs. Bowser
peered from the front window. she saw
Mr.. BOwser returning. His gait was
wabDly and his arms fiinging about
He arrived at the gate to kick it open,
and his feet dragged as he ascended
the steps. The cat had returned some
minutes before. the club having ad-
journcd after two lively scraps, ard as
the door opened he ran forward to
meet Mr.. PowSer and be hugged. In
stead of that he was seized by the tail.
and as he was being swung around the
head of the indignant agriculturiSt
Mrs. BowScr was greeted with the
hoarSc exclamation:
Woman, see through your little
game. This is your sixteenth cold
bloodcd attempt to assassinate me. and
before 10 o'clock tomorrow morning
the question Of divorce and alimony
shall be settled forever"
Isis anything wrong?' she asked.
'Traitress. Speak not to ne" he
shouted as he dropped the terror strick-
en- cat and ascended the stairs to sit
down on his bed and listen to the low
ing of the kline. NJ. QUAD.