The semi-weekly messenger. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1897-1908, 1905-05-05
the nour you were order4ax was pure
or mixed with bone dustgs

IL don't remember
did You ever throw out a hint that
If we found sand in the sugar 1t would
be the last order he would getf"
mo. He would have felt insuIted."
"Insulted be hanged! I'll make a lit
tie trip around this neighborhood and
e who'll feel :insulted. By the seven
wall eyed cats, but IL they think I'm
going to stand for such things they'll
have their eyes openedr
What's the s of going around and
raising a fuss when you know it can't
do any good? Let the government get
after these men and punish them as
they deserve"
I'll show You what good it'll do, and
7 am no man to wait for the govern
ment when.a thing is to be done"
"Mr. Bowser, you are foolish If you
will watt
But he wouldn't. He pulled on his
overcoat, and away he went. The
butcher was the first one visited. He
was leaning ON his cleaver and wonder
ing how many Of the heads OF the Chi
cago meat trust would be sent to Jail
when Mr.. Bowser blew in and began:
"Sir, 1 have paid you hundreds and
hundreds of dollars this last year for
bones-the bones of cows, steers, sheep
and hogs-and I'll be hanged IL you get
another cent out OF me! You either
send me clear meat or you get no more
of my custom"
You give me a pain, Bowser."
whats that? Don't think to turn
me off that way, sir. What with the
adulterated food sold on every side and
the old bones you ring in On us the peo-
pie are being regularly highway robbed.
If others want to stand it, we'll and
good, but don't try it On me any long
er. I'm patient and long suffering, but
there comes a time at last when the
worm turns"
You'd better buy liver all the time.
There's no bone in that"
And you'd better go out of the
scoundrel business before you bring up
In states prison! When I want liver,
sir, 1 will buy liver. Good night, sir"
There was no doubt in Mr.. Bowser's
mind that he had given the butcher a
good polishing off and there would be
no more bone sent with his orders, and
his next visit was to the grocer's. He
was given a pleasant good evening, but
in response he replied:
"Sir, have you got one single article
Of food or drink in this shebang which
is not adufterated?"
81 think so"
SNTn1l 7 10nf Won cin 6o w ho<n
killing me by slow degrees for the last
five years. Every article Mrs. Bowse"
has ordered from you has Slapped at
my health. You have known right
along that you had bone dust in your
flour, sand in your sugar and chicorY
in your coffee, and yet you have war
ranted them pure and wholesome. Sir.
l am obliged to call you a scoundrel!'
There are certain things l can rec
ommend," quickly replied the grocer.
who knew pretty well how to AXE hi<
man.
I Il don't believe it. I don't believe
you can show one thing which ON
unhung scoundrel has not tempered
with.
There are the potatoes. turnips and
onions"
Don't beg the question. sir. I called
here to say that the next time you send
me adulterated goods l will take your
trail and follow it until the doors OF
prison close upon YOU"
81 will try to do better, Mr.. Bowser.'
"See that you do. sir-see that you Go.
It is only now and then that l take
the law into my own hands, but when
l do such men as you want to look out
for me. Don't drive me ITO the dead
line, sir"
There was another place1to be visited,
and Mr. Bowser walked in on the coal
man, who was at work on his books,
and said:
"Sir, in the last year you have cheat
ed me out Of hundreds of dollars by
sending me short weight"
Sir" replied the coal man as he laid
down his pen, you are an Internal
liar!"
what! What"
"An internal liar, sir"
They went outdoors together and had
a struggle for life. At the fms Of it
Mr.. Bowser was borne homeward at
the hands of two men, and when they
reached the front door one Of them said
to Mrs Bowser, who answered the
ring:
care you the wife of Mr.. Bowser?"
Yes. sir"
"Short, fat, baldheaded man who liz
always kicking?"
yes"
"Then here he is, and you'd better
take him in at once" NJ. QUAD.
An Awful Jolt.