The river press. [volume] (Fort Benton, Mont.) 1880-current, 1905-06-28

Bull Run mixed III, ",..il @.J....ittox
You look like a real gel.e..li as ycr:
stand there now, with yo.r l.t ccc.:od
on Il SIDE and your left leg dra wn
back. IUt OF course o are not"
Mr.. Bowser had got ready to say
something mean in reply. but he was
fattered by her words, and. giving her
a supposed military salute md a bow,
he took his departure.
Mrs. Bowser did not go to bed. A
still. small voice told her that when
her patriot came home he would have
need OF her services. 1t was hard on
to midnight when she heard something
stumble up the front steps, fall down
and take a minute to get up again.
She went to the door, and there stood
Mr.. Bowser. He wasn't standing ex-
nctly. but. rather. leaning, and the
wedges in his knees seemed to have
come loose. She reached u and haul
ell him in, helped him off with his
spring overcoat ana hatA I'll then con-
Quoted him along to - sitting room
and sat him down in Il v,.air. Then he
nwoke and looked around and asked:
where az I y who are you:'
You are iii your own house, Mr..
Bowser, though how you knew it will
always be Il puzzle to me, and I am
Mrs, Bowser. Did you have a good
time ut the hog banquet"
SHAY. now. l am Bowsher, amt ~
Eyes"
"Sheneral Bowsher!'
"Ncll. say. General Bowser.'
Then err want to tell you that I
ha0 the best time in all my life.
incest banquet ever saw. incest fell
lers ! ever met. More'n forty fellers
shook hands with me and called me
shencral Nowshcr.''
"Bu you didn't claim to be a gen
eral. Gid you!'
"iesh, | did, Mrs. Bowsher-yesh |
did. | wasn't goin' to tell no lies to
please You nor anybody else. Ycsh,
shir. | toll en- | was 'er great and
noble El!lner0l Bowsher. who led his
division into 'cr jaws OF death at SYRIA
cuSe. and YOU ought to have heard
the cheering"
"Hut there was no battle Of SYRIA
cuse."
''t tNlUiN I.tt WOtilIl, MIS-.
BoWshcr-awfully nice ana good wom-
an-hut don't dispute your husband.
Your husband knows all about 'er war.
There was battle OF Syracuse. and l
lost 1000 heroes there, They asked
me to tell or story
".And you stood up and told it?'
"of course. When 'er Teller patriots
wanter hear my story l must tell it.
mustn't l? Course l told my story. l
stood up like zhis-and waved my arm
like Zhis-nAl'-
Mr.. EoWser came within an ace Of
falling Backwards. but Mrs. Bowser
grabbed him in time, and as he got
seated again he exclaimed:
Heroes and patriots. Our com
mander asks us to die for our beloved
country. There is 'er enemy in front
Of us. Here we be. Shall 1t ever be
shaid that Britons-shall it ever be
shaid that-that-shall it ever Mrs.
BOwshor. pass along THAT shampagne
and lobster salad"
But there is lone here, dear. You
are not at the hog banquet now. but in
your W home"
"lsh That So! But l am Sheneral
Eowshcr Just err shamef'
"Oh. yes. Go on and finish what you
said to your troops at Syracuse"
II never shaid nozzing to nobody Mt
Syracuse. 1t was ut Rochester. l
shaid That we were called upon to die
for our country. Don't dishputc me,
Mrs. Bowshrr. You are awfully good
ro,,,u ,,,l I,,,,,, =, J,,I, ~ 49,.
never dishpute your husband. When
he sLays he died for his country Mt
Newark. don't you shay it was Bos-
ton"
We'll, You lied."
Did +? H,a die, Mrs. Rowsher?"
you dit"
Poor IfoW@snr. Poor Shenoral Bow
ahcr. Shay, hat makes ne feel bad.
| wanted to livo to make you happy.
Mrs.. l'owshnr, bat | went and died for
my country. Don't blame me. II
couIln't help it. yesh, :, wont to or
banquet, AMI morc'n forty fcllers
sho3k hans viz me and called me
Shencral- Shoneral NoW-Bow'-
And then Mr.. Bowscr laid back In
his chair ana slept. Mrs. Bo"scr put
4 shawl over his lap, turned out the
gas ana wont upstairs to bed. The
eat came up from the kitchen and
purrnl and p1rrcd, he e~rleiets came
out Of th"ir holes and sang and sang
the shadows lifted and hitted. and the
ghosts of tnr dead mig.lt danced about
the weary patriot. hut no slept On and
on and died for his country again and