Goldsboro weekly argus. [volume] (Goldsboro, N.C.) 1885-1909, 1906-04-05

up. Tie capitalist who built the house
used as garden. That was the rea-
son he :illed it in with plaster, brick
bats, OIL cans, chunks OF wood and
shavings. It could be turned into a
nlenage1.ie if the buyer 50 elected, but
never into Il garden. Farmer Bowser
worked away with right good will,
however and before the sun went
down lis sunfower and hollyhock
seeds had been committed to the keep
ing of cid Mother Earth. A few cats
came walking along the top of the
fence to be present on the auspicious
occasion. ana now and then hoodlum
going home through the alley threw a
beer bottle at the gardener, but things
went off without any riot Other
ground would be prepared for seeds
the next evening.
Il want to tell you," said Mr.. Bow
ser when ali had been finished for the
night and he had laid the tools away
and lighted his cigar, that l am bet
ter man for what ! have done this
evening. When ] got OFF the car man
stepped on my foot and called me a
behemoth instead of apologizing. l
called HIN liar and intended to go
out after dinner and lick him. Yes,
was going to pound him to a jelly, but
the idea has fed far, far away. If he
should come along here now and ask
me why l didn't use the back Of my
neck for my throat I'd only laugh at
him. The closer one gets to nature the
more he can forgive in his fellow men.
Why, If ten banana peddlers came
along here and each one stopped to
yell at the top of his voice you wouldn't
see me get mad"
''If 1 should ask you for s. to get
new pair of shoes with, could you
spare it?' asked Mrs. Bowser.
why, of course, my dear-of course.
That is, ] haven't got it right in my
pocketbcok this minute, but the first
on it Do you remember one night
about two months ago when you call
ed up the subject Of my love letters to
ycu before we We're married?'
"Yes"
"Well, got mad and denied that you
had single one. You said L called you
deary, dUcky, angel, sweetness and all
that, and l answered that if 1 did I
must have been fool"
"WeN?"
"Well, l want to beg your pardon. /
not only called you by all those names,
but probably gave YOU the idea that
was the biggest jGckass in America.
If you would take a club to me about
-, y l.
The bats came out and buzzed
around, the evening grew old, and aft
er reading up on sunfioWers and holly
hooks Mr.. Bowser was ready for bed.
His garden, as he GaW from back
window. was lying fertile and un-
touched in the bright moonlight, and
such a softness stole over him that he
picked up the cat and begged her par
don if he had ever called her yailer
eyed and plotted against her life. He
talked agriculture for half an hour and
then fell asleep, and Mrs. Bowser soon
followed, thankful that nothing in the
way of calamity had happened. Two
hours la ter she dreamed that she was
in South Africa and hearing the roar
of lion, and the dream was so vivid
that it awoke her. No sooner were her
eyes open than she found the roar to
be real.
1t was Mr.. Bowser roaring from a
back window. She ran through to him
just as he had heaved the water pitch
er after the washbowl Down on the
earth beneath the window were six or
eight dogs that had come in through
the alley gate. They had raked and
scratched and rolled, and his garden
and sunfowers and hollyhocks were no
more.
Woman" be said as he found her
beside him, 'behoId your work."
MY work? Why, what have I got
to do with it?"
Spite, envy, Jealousy! 1 see your
fine Italian hand at every turn.
wanted garden; you didn't. You
have defeated me, but-but''-
And then lie rushed downstairs and
out into the yard, and, selling clothes
pole. he did his best to slay and to
slaughter. Under the full moon, with
tie earthly smell rising to heaven and
the cYickcts cEirping their notes Of
gladnoss. lie jUmned up and down and
swore that nothing short Of blood
would satisfy his longings for revenge.
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