The morning Astorian. [volume] (Astoria, Oregon) 1899-1930, 1906-06-19


you a Ave dollar watch for $40 and
came home dead broke"
woman
Don't butt In, That wasn't care.
lessness, but simply lack Of wit on
your part. A year or no later you took
800 with you to buy horse. When
yon got there the money was missing.
There was hole In your pocket. A
little later you paid man $40 by mis-.
take for ST.
"Mrs. Bowser. command you to-
"Ycs, | know, but let's talk things
over. When we were ut Niagara Falls
you left your wallet under tho pillow
at the hotel aud tho cbambermaId or
some one else took $50 out Of Il. I
didn't say you were a fool man and
not TO be trusted with money. but, Of
course, had my thoughts. When We
were In Boston you left the change of
twenty dollar bin on the cigar counter
aud never heard OF II again. When
we were at the Chicago exposition you
lost $50 out Of your vest pocket"
Mr., Bowser had been flushing red
and white by turns and trying to wilt
her by glare, The tables had been
turned, and he was fishing around for
n way to save himself
"MrH. Bowscr." he atcrnly asked.
have you taken leave OF your sensesT
II trust not"
"You realize whom you are talking
10. do your
II do"
'rhat am Mr.. Bowser Samuel
Bowaer-tho Bowser and your bus.
bandr'
Il certainly do, and | want to call
your attention TO some further acts Of
reprchcnsiblc carelcssness on your
part, A few months ago you went
over 10 the grocery 20 get a Ave dollar
bill changed You got 10 talking poll.
tics with the plumber and probably
twisted the bill up and threw II away.
At least you have never found II
since. You took of the pendulum 10
regulate the clock and carried II OF
In your pocket. Finding Il there two
days later. you threw Il at dog You
started downtown four weeks ago TO
pay a gas bill Of g. When you reach.
Cd the gns office the money was gone.
! ain citing few little instances TO
prove that the carelessness Ia not al
ways OH my side"
Mr.. Bowser was now rocking back
and forth on his heels and toes and
fairly gasping for breath. When he
could clear his windpipe he hoarsely
exclaimed
by the horns Of the forty bulls,
woman. but do you know you have
driven me TO the dead llne1 DO you
know that you have made such state
ments and used such language to me
that I can never get over itr'
And only last week." said Mrs.
Bowser rs ahe ignored his remarks.
you were down the cellar fddiins
away with the furnace for a whole
hour one evening. The next morning
after you had gone the cook went
down TO put on coal and found 80 that
had dropped from your pocket You
had not even missed the money"
Mr.. Bowaer raised his right hand in
q dramatic way and started In to say
something. but concluded that there
were no words 10 the English language
TO express his feelings. He therefore
started down the hall and put on his
overcoat and hat.
IF you 90 TO the club don't leave
your watch behind. rs you did three or
four weeks ago" called Mrs. Bowser
after him
He clinched hls fingers and gritted
bis teeth and passed out into the win
ter's night. He felt that he must walk
and plan. Mrs. Bowser had got him
In box, and his prestige was at stake,
He walked for an hour, and his plans
were not yet perfected when II began
TO snow and blow, and I've had to get
back TO the house for shelter. As he
vas ready TO open the front door his
hand went up to his breast pocket in
stlnctively. He carried his wallet there.
II was gone. 1t contained $l4. and he
was sure he had II when he went out |
With gasp Of fright and groan OF
despair he leaped down the steps and
ran over the route he had taken In his
medltations. No wallet. He covered
the distance twice, No wallet. Some
pedestrian had picked It up. Slowly |
he made his way homeward Slowly |
he unlocked the door and entered. He
was sneakIng upstairs when Mrs, Bow
ser came out into the hall and called:
"Have you got back without losing
dear?"
IL have - lost my -- wallet" he
groaned In ceply.
"Where? When?"
Heaven only knows" =.
by John, but that's just like fool
manw she said as she turned away,
though next minute she was saying to
herself. -
"Poor Mr.. Bowser! He's got 1t bad"
NJ. QUAD"
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