Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1907-03-11

| = -S' 'Hl II gus III the tiiV ! tune 10 help send you to the paoy 1 house."
 You do, and you know you do. Ii . eXclaimcd
 You had better have your |. ad C. aMlAed Two weeks ago yo,t were o.,t to club Nli2a I Wcnt To h1d. a...=, kll7# 9 #iEt hp7" y3u cana in b.: When tat..e.&N"2 ;I.@s n...t=,s4. f. l found thrr1 Iru". taz#z A week aaa W22e f. It.. Hsai lrs x.r reading. 4oa fDM w>3 &a... s..l ...,.... and left three bH. .f :,l # the house. Don't ,t.,> about Wa. .i.- gas to inc"
 " hat! l mustn't talk to E1.:,, r. thunder, 'g0Ha", have you g0n3 cray: {: Do yoy know Who l am:"
 Having q Square Talk.
 T know you very well. sir" sail Mrs. BoWsei in answer. and we a.a having square talk. You wee fi4!- ing fault the other day about how fast the furnace coal went, and you threw out hint that I must be selling a portion of it. Such an idea is non sense, and you know it. You alone are to blame. You come home ana dive down cellar the first thing ana shoNel d quarter of q ton of cea in You think you know all about rnnnin. furnace, but, as {, matter Of fact, yoa know nothing at all. I want voO to keep away from it for the rest Of the winter"
 "4ou-you are talking this to me-" he asked as he sat down and mo.ten cd his dry lips with his tongue.
 Yes, sir, straight to y0u Tho other night you found 9 tramp at the door, and because l would not give him a144- thing to eat you went Oil for all h5ar about my stony heart l want to hear nothing more i'll that li9e Cut oG2 your cigars and wine and leave t,lc money ill the house to be given ou1 to tramps shall give or not, just as elect
 But am telling you
 "Never mind what you are tellne. You have always meAl,led more o1. las@ with the help problem. want you ta stop it. l k:sow more in q minuJ2 about mana&i2@ a girl than you know in year When l fail with one ye3, may butt in
 Why a4e Hired Girls Qut.
 "Hul you never have auy pity for theia.
 ''fsss's ts.ss=nat working fol. pis.Y. i,i.s for eel = ,! ''fc -!'.,:..e ;l; yosl s,te. Ns' have had H@e :s:ris e'7it n.; ia the la>:t year. ss4 t v=as ail ovtns to ro6t. hs... hu=z..- way Each One i,-ts told l:.4e ,-o. They G5a's want ;tuJ W..l't hzs.a Eo.. lo!l.g .oi pig ;srouG~. the 1.i,s.1sa asa telIiass haa.= =Se@5y you are that 1heH can't t#e .sa4fe=. in the l}a!.for it9exi!3g o.s the piano l sly I want yoa to quit it.''
 Mf. EoWssr turned as white as snow, and his knees gave under him as he rose up.
 And this lin,!in@ fault with yoar meals has got to cone to d sudden stop" continued Mrs BoWser. If yon don't like what I provide for the table give me more money and we'll live oll the rarest luxuries. I have only so much per week to buy with. aud i' l spend a dime extra there is ! howl from you. You must cut it out. Thei2 are boarding houses in plenty down the street.
 2 And this is Mrs. Bowser. and she i>; talking to me-, he @asped as h( looked at the eat and then around the room to see if he had possibly made any miS- take. There was a moments silence, and then Mrs Bowser continued:
 You were sueaking about putting n two evenings q week at your clubs. You never attend one of them that you don't come home at feast S5 worse off in pocket. and on some occasions you have dropped as high as fifteen at polk CT. In the first place you don't know the game and in the next We are going to the theater one night per week dur ing the rest of the season. You can cut out one of your clubs
 Looked a Bit Scared.
 Mrs BoWser." he whispered as he looked a bit scared, "am l Mir. Bow ser:'
 "You surely are
 "The Bowser who runs things?'
 "No, ST. You are the Bowser whose wife runs things. There's a new deal on hand Perhaps you had better take a walk and think things over You look as if your mind was all tied up in knots"
 MT. Rowser walked down the hall like one in dream and put on his hat and overcoat Then he went out and walked up and down. Men spoke to him. and boys threw snowballs at him from across the street, but with low cred eyes and bent head he continued to walk. The snow crunched under his feet, the north wind blew and the dead limbs of the shade trees rattled against each other over his head. but he walked and walked and whispered to himself:
 "If am Mr. Bowser. what am l do- ing here? If l am not then what has