The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1907-10-16

was" persisted the man as ne iurcned
forward and caught the gate-''lf you
had suffered for one night as have
suffered for thousand-if"-
You old rhinoceros, but I'll ,have
your life II you don't get awayT was
Numbered in his ear. And the man
with the asthma lifted his painted
hands to heaven and wabbled his paint
ed knees and staggered away. Mrs.
Bowser had seen it all from the front
window, and she came out and said:
III. BowseE, that was one OF the
GsacO0s C my eAuTeA. ana shall nev-
er dare attend service there again.
Please let me get painter to finish
the fence" :
sNot on your life! This is my job. If u
church deacon with the asthma doesn't
know any better than to grab hold Of a
painted gaze let him try to rub off
what he gets. By the seven spotted
bulls, but can't man take a day off
and paint his own fence without all
his fuss? What in thunder do they
ONE along here forT'
Mrs. Bowser retired in as good order
- esslble. and for the next half hour
Mr. Bowser was permitted to work In
peace. Then big dog came bounding
up the street in an exuberant way.
stopping now and then to chase his
tail in circle in the Joy of living. The
painter painted on and dreamed of no
tragedy. When the dog smelled fresh
paint he investigated. He wanted to
know. you know, and he found out,
The smell reminded MIN of the en-
balmed beef OF Spanish war days, and
he turned his side to the fence and
rubbed and rubbed and growled his
pleasure. He did not see the fat, red
faced and baldheaded man rise up on
the other side. He did not see that fat
and SO forth man on the inside of the
fence gather up stone flower vase and
poise 1t in the air. From q woman thirty
feet away came scream, but the vase
descended, and the dog fed with howls
of dismay.
"Sir, that is my dogW exclaimed the
woman as she drew nearer
"Durn his hide, but / wish had
mashed him fatp retorted Mr.. Bow
ser.
You are cruel, bad man, sir. The
dog was simply playing with ySur
fence"
And. look at 1t! He has rubbed the
paint on of three miles of pickets and
left enough hair to stuff a mattress A
woman that will lug laundering big
dog around the street must expect to
have him mashed"
Threatened to Report Him.
81 will report you to the police, sir
You have been guilty of cruelty to ami
mails"
"And I'll have your dog shot for a
nuisance!"
The woman passed on. and Mrs.
Bowser came out with face as white as
snow and queried:
"Mr. Bowser, do you know who that
woman iRf'
@1sO. 70 daaa1 eass ezsee2S % b.
tFoduce u. I'd iflps 10 talk 10 her hus-
band for about two minutes"
ITS the wife Of the minister of my
church."
We'll, has a minister's wife right
to lug an old dog as big as a house
around the street7'
"She will never call on me again.
She'll tell all the ladies to keep away.
can never step foot in the church
again. Oh, Mr.. Bowser, why did you
do 1t? Why won't you stop now before
murder is doner
She went away with tears in her
eyes, and Mr. Bowser took moment
to think. Then he threw his brush into
the street and the paint pot after 1t
and entered the house. In ten minutes
he had changed his clothes and was
out on the steps. Mrs. Bowser caught
him there and asked:
Are you going to the officer
In reply he bestowed upon her a
long. lingering look Of reproach, look
Of Rartyrdom, look of one who
had suffered long and had reached the
limit, and then passed down the steps
and out of the gate and was lost to
sight up the street. The paint pot had
come into his happy life and turned 1t
to gall. NJ. QUAD.