The Marion daily mirror. (Marion, Ohio) 1892-1912, 1907-07-20


and It was dampened with water
Three or four old boxes were Knocked
to pieces and a fire started Ia the fur.
mace, and when there was good
blaze going the inventor said.
1--WE viii now shovel the mixture IN
aud You will see something wonder.
full"
The wonderful thing occurred two
minutes later. A sort of explosion
blew the furnace door open, and a
great pun OF acrld smoke went fioatlng
all through the house At the same
moment all the fire In the furnace went
out, and Mrs. Bowser called from the
head Of the. cellar stairs:
"Mr Bowser, what on earth is hap
pening down theref'
Nothing. II was just back draft
| from the furnace, probably by a rats
nest in the chimney There Is no call
Tor you to get excited"
1T may he that | didn't get in the
right powder" explained Mr. Rasher
as he peered into the furnace. NO; l
think didn't. If you will hand me
| So ] viii go aud get the other thing"
"But, man, don't you know the prop
er ingrcdientsT asked Mr.. Bowser.
Haven't you got them written down."
"No. | might lose the memoranda,
you see. want to be careful this
time. Being a little excited, | may
have asked for the wrong powder"
| He took the money and was gone ten
minutes and then came back with a
Ave cent packet OF Rochelle salts in
| his hand and let MIR. Bowser see the
label on it to show that he trusted
| him. He didn't return the change
from the bill. The fire was reklndled,
the salts sprnkled on the heap, and
after ten minutes a shovelful OF the
mixture was dumped in, with the OBJ
! servation:
Must Close All Drafts.
1--WE now have sufficient fuel in the
| furnace TO last for a week AS soon
as things get redhot we must close all
the drafts"
But things did not get redhot. There
was a sputterlng and stewing inside
the furnace for two or three minutes,
and then there seemed to be nothing
| further doing. Mr. Bowser aud Mr..
Rasher sat on their boxes in silence
and expectation, and the gas meter ut.
tered a sort of wall and registered an-
! other 500 feet. Finally the inventor
arose, tiptoed over to the furnace and
opened the door.
All inside was blackness and dark
ness. There was no Reimbursement
by iugful.
"The thing don't seem to pan out"
said Mr. Bowser in hard tones.
! mo, but see the reason. should
have burned certain powder to'rlear
the fiues of dust first. In my haste
and anxiety forgot that. If you will
give me So l will run over to the drug
store"
Whats the name of the powderT
Excuse me, but viii tell you later
on. Once the dust is out of the fiues
all will be well. You might be shaking
the stuff out while am gone"
Mr.. Bowser gave up grudgingly He
was losing faith In Mr.. Rasher ana
dreading Mrs Bowsers words and
looks. The inventor departed. visited
the drug store and saloon and re-
turned after awhile with lump of
something Ia his hand
81 thought you went for powderP''
Gnerled Mr.. Bowser.
Meant a Lump.
"Did l say powder2 | often say that
when mean lump. We will be all
right now"
Isn't there some change coming to
me?"
II believe so, but can't stop just
now. In with your paper and kin,
dlings."
When a fire had been lighted once
more the powder was thrown In, and
the men stood back. They needn't
] have done so. That lump of something
! was only chalk and had no idea OF ex-
plodlng. After two minutes some more
or the patent fuel was shoyeled In,
| and Mr.. Rasher smiled and said
"There won't be any more disap-
pointments. Hear the furnace roar?"
But there was no roar. There came
a sound like lean woman frying
| lean bacon over corncob fire, and
then there was "A flicker, and all was
as still as the grave. Mr.. Bowser look
| ed into the furnace to find the same
old backness AS he turned to ask Mr..
Rasher what In ! y! ! he meant
by +! the inventor made for
the stairs. There was a yell, and Mr..
Bowser made after him. The fleeing
man ran through the kitchen hall and
out Of the area gate, but before he
could leap the front gate Mr.. Bowser
caught him. Fifteen minutes later as
Mrs Bowser was putting salye on
skinned nose and washing a bitten ear
she quietly observed:
"Neyer mind dear. You have got
shovelful OF sand and lime left down
cellar and we will try and get along
some way until yon can invest in
new burglar alarm and make $1,000
600" NJ. QUAD.