Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1907-12-14

his way country ward. and the cool
came upstairs and asked Mrs. Bowser
HAS he gone for gunpowder or dyn
smite o. something TO blow up thu
houSe?'
"Of course not"
IF he has / want TO get away OF
time / was blown up with kerosen'
can once as was hurrying UP the fire
and il seemed a whole week before
came down again. I'm poor orpha;
girl and must look out for myself il
this world"
Confidcs In Conductor.
The car conductor looked like fam
lily man and one in whom a strange
could repose confidence. and after {;
bit MIR. Bowser laid his heart bare
He found an enthusiastic coadjutor
The conductor related ten different IL
stances where catnip OF sage b.
drawn him back from the grave. T.
had been left a widower with eigh
small children. He had saved ever.
one of them with smartweed tea. u
had then married q widow with ei:,h
more and saved them with maywee>
poultices. He located a spot wher,
all those things could be found grow
ing in the greatest profusion, and h,
also recommended Mr.. Bowser to brin:
back a good lot Of slippery elm bark
1t didn't seem to have much effect OF
a broken leg, but taken in connection
with spearmint tea it would cause thC
asthma in man or woman to get
hump on itself.
Mrs. Bowser's cynicism and mean
ness were forgotten as Mr.. Bowsel
started down the highway with The
joy Of the country in his heart. The
wcodpeckers pecked, and the crows
cawed; the lambs frisked, and tx
COWS lowed. Now and then he could
see a happy farmer at work in the
field, and now and then he came across
a hog bedded in a mudhole and taking
solid comfort. He had only half mi.C
to go before he began to run acros:
mothers herbs, and he pitched right il
without a doubt assailing him. Whel
he had gathered sufficient to put doz
en- doctors out of practice for veal
he looked around for a slippery eln
tree. There was one right at the eGGt
of the woods, and he began on it witt
his pocketknife.
Confronted by Farmers.
Up to this point Mr.. Bowser ha(
passed only one farmhouse and ha(
met with no sons of toll. He wa!
working away at the bark and think
ing how he would astonish Mrs. Bow
ser when he returned home when {
heavy hand was laid on his shoulder
and he turned to be confronted by
three farmers who had come out of the
cornfield near by.
what the devil are you doing Il
that tree?" demanded the eldest OF the
trio.
81 was going to get some slippery
elm"
The three burst into outlaws.
SLIPPERY elm from a beech tree
Say, old man, that won't go down."
''But guess l know slippery elm
from a BEECH" protested Mr.. Bowse1
as he flew mad in a minute.
"And mebbe you know a cow from ;
barn door, but you have no right mu
tilating my trees. What's this bundl;
of stuff"
"I-Pve been gathering some herbs
for sickness"
There were three sets of outlaws thi'
time as the farmers overhauled the
stuff.
Here's goldenrod, MULLEN stalks
burdocks, swamp ivy and wild celery,
said the leader. do you mean tina
you've come out from the city to gath
er such traSh?"
'I came out after catnip and smart
weed and mayweed and spearmin
and"-
Two of the men rolled on the grounC
with laughter, and the third gfgglet
and gurgled and said:
"And some slippery elm from ;
beech tree! Say, mister, have you go
wifeY
eyes, sir"
"Waal, go home and ask her if she
knows she's been living with the big
gest fool in America"
Mr.. Bowser made a good fight for il
but his opponents were three to on'
and husky fellows. They threw hin
over the fence and headed him TO
home. Just at dark he walked into hi
own house.
"But where are mothers herbs 2
Siled Mrs. Bowser as she came for
\. I to greet him.
* English if you want me TO I'm
derstand your he growled as he head
ed for the dining room to get a COLI
bite. NJ. QUAD