Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1907-03-13

do cloves kill the desire to smoker
suddenly asked Mrs. Bowser.
"Of course not, but | have no desire
to kill. l don't believe l could smoke
a cigar If l tried"
He then arose and walked down the
hall to the hatrack to see If his hat
was there.
1t was, and he wandered back. and
looked out of one of the rear windows
and swallowed the cloves and substitute
ed some orange peel. Mrs. Bowser was
Immersed In her book and paid NO
heed, but he turned to find the cat
looking Mt him with a grin on his
face.
"By thunder. I'll break your neck
for that" he exclaimed.
"Why what do you meanT' asked
Becomes Uneasy.
"Oh, l was just thinking of some
thing and spoke my thoughts. l be-
lieve l will walk down to the corner
and see If that house with the bay
windows is for rent yet"
"What do you care whether it Is or
not? You don't want to rent a house."
Il might want to sell it to some one
who was looking for a house, you
know"
Mr.. Bowser went.
The house on the corner was still for
rent.
On the way down he felt an aching
void.
On the way back he felt two of EN-.
A pedestrian who was smoking a
good cigar passed him. and he leaned
up against a shade tree and swore.
As he stood at his gate he remember
ed how good the taste of a cigar was
on the hind platform of a street car
in the morning, and he kicked himself
three times before going into the house.
He devoted five minutes more to the
paper and then said he guessed he'd go
downstairs and see If the furnace was
all right.
He found the furnace In the same old
spot, and 1t looked as natural as an
old hat. The water pipes were also all
right; also the walls.
"If you are going to find it too hard
to stop smoking I'd give up the idea,"
observed Mrs. Bowser as she came up
stairs.
"Who's finding 1t hard to stop?" he
demanded, with considerable heat. 81
haven't the slightest desire to smoke.
If the president offered me a dollar
cigar | wouldn't touch it."
"Well, that's certainly heroic in you.
The people around here won't believe
you have so much stamina"
Had Mouth Full of Cinnamon.
Mr.. Bowser had a mouth full of Gin
namon and didn't reply. He went up
stairs instead. He went up to see IL
all the bedrooms were In their usual
places.
They were, and he came down again
and forced himself to sit down for as
much as ten minutes. Then he got up
to go down the hall and see If any n
had stolen the front door Off its hinges.
lfrs. Bowser heard him signing and
4 Moaning, and when he wandered back
A.NA&srd. ~
Il I'm tired tonight and want to go to
bed early. You can sit up as long as
you want to-"
The cat grinned and chuckled at the
words, but Mrs. Bowser was hardly
upstairs when that feline was flying for
his life. He got away by a narrow
margin, and then Mr.. Bowser rushed
down to the dining room, where he
knew he had left a big black cigar
that morning, and, lighting 1t with
trembling hand, he made a sneak for
the back yard. The moon rode high,
and there were the usual number of
cats on the fence, but he minded them
not. He simply sucked and pulled and
went "Yum, YUM" down in his stom-
ach and said to himself:
"How on earth | was ever such a
fool as to tell Mrs. Bowser that l was
going to stop smoking l can't under
stand. Stop! Why, I'll smoke three
times as many as / yer did before,
and if she asks about that increased
pin money I'll tell her she's the most
grasplng and e%xtrayagant woman in
America!" M. QUAD.
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