The Marion daily mirror. (Marion, Ohio) 1892-1912, 1907-03-09

time to help send You to the poor
house?''
"You do, and you know you dol" he
exclaimed.
"You had better have your head ex.
omined. Two weeks ago you were ont
to club when I went to bed. don't
know ut what hour you came in, but
when came downstairs next morning
I found three burners blazing away.
A week ago went to bed and left you
reading. You followed after an hour
and left three burners Illuminating
the house. Don't Talk about wasting
gas to me-"
"What! mustn't talk TO you! BY
thunder, woman, have you gone crazy?
Do you know who am?"
Having a Square Talk.
II know you very well. sir" said
Mrs. Bowser in answer. "and we are
having square talk. You were find
Ing fault the other day about how fast
the furnace coal went, and you threw
out hint that must be selling
portion Of 1t. Such an idea is non
sense, and you know 1t. You alone
are to blame. You come home and
dive down cellar the first thing and
shovel a quarter of ton of coal in.
You think you know all about running
a furnace. but as matter of fact. you
| know nothing at all. l want you to
keep away from It for the rest of the
winter"
"You-you are talking this TO me?"
he asked as he sat down and moisteN-
cd his dry lips with his tongue.
"Yes, sir, straight to you. The other
night you found tramp at the door,
and because would not give him any
thing to cat you went on for an hour
about my stony heart. l want to hear
nothing more in that line. Cut Off
your cigars and wine and leave the
money in the house to be given out to
tramps. / shall give or not. just as
elect"
but l am telling you
"Never mind what you are telling.
You have always meddled more or less
with the help problem. I want you to
stop It, know more In minute
about managing girl than you know
in year. When I fail with one you
may butt in
Why the Hired Girls Quit.
"But you never have any pity for
them"
"They are not working for pity, but
for cold cash, the same as you are. We
have had five girls quit us In the last
year, and IL was all owing to your hen
huzzy ways. Each one has told me so.
They don't want and won't have you
lollylopping around the kitchen and
telling how sorry you are that they
can't be seated in the parlor playing on
the piano. | say I want you To quit It,"
Mr.. Bowser turned as white as snow
rose up.
"And this finding fault with your
meals has got to come to n sudden
stop" continued Mrs. Bowser. "If you
don't like what provide for the table
give me moro money and We'll live OF
the rarcst luXuries. l have only sc
much per week TO buy with. and II i
spend dime extra there Is Il how
from you. You must cut it out. There
are boarding houses in plenty down the
street"
"And this is Mrs. Bowscr, and she /.
talking to me!" he gasped as lie looked
at the eat and then around the room Il
see IL lie had possibly made any mis-
take. There was a moments sileucc
and then Mrs. Bowser continued:
"YOu were speaking about putting Ii
txr..x nj .I.,l.s.
You never attend one of them that yor
don't come home at least 50 worse of
In pocket, and on some occasions yoy
have dropped us high as fifteen ut pok
! err In the first place you don't know
the game, and in the next we are goinl
to the theater one night per week dur
ing the rest of the season. You cal
cut out one of your clubs"
Looked Bit Scared.
"Nfrs. Bowser," he whispered as h,
looked u bit scared, "am l Mr.. Bow
; ser!"
"You surely are"
'The Bowser who runs thingsY'
"No, sir You are the Bowscr whose
wife runs things. There's new dea
on hand. Perhaps you had better tax,
a walk and think things over Yor
look as IL your mind was all tied up il
knots"
Mr.. Bowser walked down the hal
like one in dream and put on his ha
and overcoat. Then he went out ant
walked up and down. Men spoke tC
: him, and boys threw snowballs at hin
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 ratified
against each other over his head, but
he walked and walked and whispered
to himself:
"If ! am Mr. Bowser, what am I do
Ing here? II am not then what ha.
become of him and who the devi
am II"
And the north wind sighed and
nloaned and seemed 10 echo the words
who the devil am II" M. QUAD.
Tho Three Graces.