The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1906-07-11

but yom must get neckt!e to match.
What DO you do such things for?"
Don't lay it on TO me-, ard don't
think to bluff me"' he sternly ex.
claimed. "Woman, there Is such q
thing as divorce, thank heavenw
but If you'd apply for ono 1t would
turr out to be mortgage OH the house
Me-, stitn what else?"
"...Iy socks" hoarsely whispered nir.
Bowser as he pointed at his feet.
"What about themY'
His tSsesigha Pocr>
"E'ull OF holes, crevIces clusms, RI.
vines. They have hurt uy feet al day.
LOOK Mt them, guilty woman, and let
tie D)dsh Of shame mantle your cheek!'
de sat down and took of his shoes
There N.ere holes In the toes and heels
of his socks. They were not holes
which a yearllng calf could havo passed
through, but yet they were Of respec-
table size and only waiting for warm
showers to grow larger. mr. Bowser
looked at Mrs. Rowser with accusing
looks, and she ran upstairs and return
ed after moment with eight pairs Of
sOV,s as fresh as new pins.
~They were right there in front of
Your nose, but you scrabbled around
and got tIat pair somewhere" she
sald. "Are ihe complaints ended?"
II left my. eyeglasses on the table
f!'!s morning. You knew = did. The
cook knew did. The blamed old gal
Ter cat knew did, and yet the whole
caboodle Of you saw me start out with
out them and never said a word. I
had to go out and buy pair before
could do any work. By John, but
wheh think Of these things
Mrs. Bowser passed down the hail 70
where his spring overcoat was hang
Ing on the rack and, after feeling In
the pockets, came back with the lost
glasses In her hand and observed:
you'll put them In the letter box
some day If you don't look out. What
else?" :...>..
Mr. Bowser stood back and fixed her
with his eye for time and then point.
ed down to his shoes and tensely de-
manded: .. =. -.
"What do you call these?'
"Shoes, "she replied" shoes with holes
In the toes and the heels aIl run over.
Won put them On last evening when
you were cleaning, up the back yard.
and this morning you forgot to change
to the others. It was my fault I
ought to go around looking at your
feet. VIII you please forgive me? The
cook missed fork and @ napkin after
you left the table this morning. VIII
you look through your pockets for
fhpSS1 2 Syn{v1rr $<% cV1x q
corset today, but I couldn't find 1t.
Have you got 1t on7 One Of my night.
dresses is strangely missing. Can you
account for It? My belt with tho
rhinestone buckle can't be found. I
don't think you could buckle it around
you. but you may be using it for q
stocking supporter My last new shirt
wals+"- ,;s......5. .,,,.,.
No Ono Aovea Hin,.
Mr.. Bowser turned on IT'S heel and
walked down the hnii to hlt overcoat
and hat and then left the houss. That
house was no place for a martyr. Mrs.
.Bowser was no wife for a martyr. No
one loved him; no one synpathIzed
with him. He instinctIyely turned his
face toward the river, but he had hard
ly cleared the gate when the weather
got her sprlnkling pot to work, and
! down came a, shower that drove him
un Ter the nearest shade tree. He was
q martyr some more. ~: -
4 He stood there with his back bumped
mp and the water running down his
spine, and Mrs; Bowser never came to
the door to call him in md beg his
pardon. Indeed. na the rain came down
hnr.ler. and e policeman across the
street yelled to him TO-: move On he
beard the guilty woman singing: j.. -. !:
.I would, not live alway:.t =. -.
: ask not to stas''-%.-.:.t. -. -: =.
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