The semi-weekly messenger. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1897-1908, 1906-03-16

ing like a hungry calf"
But he doesn't know that your
friend is dead"
but he ought to know. Some In
stinct ought TO warn him, and 1t would
II he were half humG1, | wouldn't have
believed that such ~'lags could be In
this the twentieth century. Listen to
that. will your
The man in the next house gave the
strings seventeen preparatory twangs
and then sang:
my Nancy. she says that she loves me.
And she will be true unto me.
And I am allowing my Nancy,
And I will be true unto she"
Wouldn't Stand For II.
That's got to stop!" hoarsely whis-
pered Mr.. Bowser as he shook his fist
at the partition wall.
"But the man has a moral and legal
right to play and sing in his own
house." replied Mrs. Bowser.
Il deny it. / deny that any human
being has a right to yawp around when
my old schoolmate is dead. 1t Is moth
ing short of sacrilege. II he doesn't
stop
He was interrupted again by the man
next door. He twanged a flourish and
then sang:
my Nancy's a red headed maiden:
Her eyes are Of indigo blue;
Her feet they remind me of gunboats,
But that's nothing to Tommy or you"
"More of it, Mrs. Bowser-more of
s<fy --E;,rn~0I sETFI;-Ir how Yoo
and | played together in our boyhood
days, kissed the same girl, fought
with the same boys, went in swim
ming together in the same deep hole,
and then think of this! By the bobtail-
ed rhinoceros of Jericho, there is going
to be murder done"
NONSENSE" replied Mrs. Bowser. Il
tell you that any n has a right to do
as he will in his own house. Why not
60 up to your room? You won't hear
the noise so plainly there. He'll get
tired Of making a noise pretty soon and
go to reading"
The Outrage on Poor Joe.
But he's got to quit right now. l
tell you it's an outrage on poor Joe,
and | won't stand it. Send the girl in
to tell him that if he doesn't dry up I'll
come in and pitch him head first out
DOORS"
You know I can't do that. She
wouldn't go on such an errand, but
even if she would the man would only
defy you. If you'll only have patience
for q few minutes
The man next door began tapping
his feet on the floor and singing:
THE eyes of my Nancy are squintful:
The toes of my Nancy turn in;
She humps up her back as she saunters,
But a thousand she's got Of the tin"
"Where are you going?" asked Mrs.
Bowser as she made a grab at Mr.,
BoWser.
"In there to break his neck"
But you mustn't"
but | WILL"
He broke away from her and passed
down the hall and outdoors. She ran
to the front window and saw him pass
into the gate of the next house and
ascend the steps. Then she heard the
bell ring and the man stop singing as
he reached:
$50 Nancy and me will be married,
And Marcy will ever be true,
And together We'll live
Then there were EXPLANATIONS, ther
cuss words, then the sounds of scuf
ding and wrestling and dragging out
Then Mrs. Bowser caught sight of Mr.
Bowser being flung Off the steps into
the snow, his arms and legs spread ou1
frog fashion. She opened the door as
be came limping up the steps. His
stiff hat was caved in, his nose bleed
ing and his coat and rest torn open.
well. you did it. didn't your she
said as she surveyed him.
You go to thunder..' he answered a.
be passed her and went upstairs.
NJ. QUAD.