Little Falls herald. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1889-1950, 1906-07-06

experiment with cucumber seeds ani
that there was no danger of an explo
! sion.
Cook Is Fearful.
, IF there Is, maaLl," replied the COOK
don't keep it from me. You know In
! the sole support of an old father If
should be histed about twenty feet an6
| come down on my head there might bf
fatal consequences"
She was treasured, and Mr.. BoWsel
walked around the house until ,,1(
o'clock and then took piece Of carpet
and spread it beside his cucumber bed
and stretched out on it with his ear tt
the ground. Mrs. Bowser wanted ar
explanation, and he gave it by saying:
Il want you to go into the house and
keep as quiet as you can. Take the
blamed old yaller cat in with you. ]
want to listen to the seeds generating
Twill they terminate after they gen
erate?" she asked as she prepared tc
obey.
He sat up and glared at her and
worked up red color inthis face, and
she picked up the cat AMI tiptoed In
When the door had closed after he1
Mr.. Bowser lay down again. He
couldn't see to write in his notebook
but he mentally recorded things as fol.
lows:
Il have my ear to the ground listen
Ing for sounds. If am right In my
figuring the cucumber seeds ought to
burst open before midnight
"Hear the sounds of cats.
Hear cricket singing.
''Hear Mrs. Bowser singing.
"Hear a ishworm boring his way
along the ground.
"Hear''-
Threw Can at Him.
Mr.. Bowser scrambled up. The alley
gate was open, and some belated boy
passing along had thrown an old peach
can at him. He shook his fist at the
speeding boy and made threats and
lay down to resume.
II hear tick, tick, tick!
'Durn those cats!
II am quite certain that the seeds are
now popping open.
'"That crash cannot be the seeds gen.
erating''-
It wasn't. 1t may have been a
tramp looking for lodgings in some
shed who passed up the alley and
heaved an old potato at the recumbent
figure. The missile struck the fence
close by, and Mr.. Bowser sat up ano
thirsted for gore. 1t was five minutes
before he had his ear to the ground
again and was saying:
II am sure have struck it.
'"There are sounds like miniature ex-
blossoms in the cucumber hills.
II am certain that I shall be within
half an hour Of my original calcula.
tons.
IF can show the farmers of Amer.
lea that cucumber vines may be looked
for above ground in eighteen days and
five hours after the seeds have been
planted BY thunder. what sort Of a
noise Is that"
Samuel Bowser, am herew
1t took MI. Bowser about three Sec
onds to get upon his feet He looked
toward the alley for boy with to-
mato can, but he saw none.
II am here, Samuel, and l want you
In the house!'
He turned and saw a female form
IN the kitchen door. He didn't need
half an hour to Identify It. It was a
female form he had been seeing at Ill
tervals for the last thirty years.
"You-you herev' he finally STAN.
mered.
Eyes, Samuel, your mother-in-law has
arrived. It seems I have come just in
time to prevent you making a fool of
yourself. The idea Of your being
stretched out there on your stomach
with your nose in the dirtl Were yol
roofing for potatoes?'
II didn't invite you to come down.
he sulkily replied.
mo, Samuel, you didn't. l have q
little way of inviting myself. You will
now come into the house and leave
those cucumber seeds to the mercy of
the cold world, and you may then put
both ears to the carpet on the floor and
hear what have to say to you. Come
right along, Samuel. You never can
get away from me until you grow
Wings"
Mr.. Bowser cast one long, lingering
hook at his cucumber bed, listened for
moment to see If he could hear any
more ticks and then humbly followed
the woman of destiny into the house to
takes his medicine. NJ. QUAD.