The Wenatchee daily world. [volume] (Wenatchee, Wash.) 1905-1971, 1907-03-12

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''But you can't DO II tonight. sbs
protested. Il hope none Of the nsigh-
bors saw you when you came In"
II sheen sheven Of oursnayburs when
l came in and asked 'em II they was
feelin' weller than usual. Mrs. Bow
sher. Is your mother herer
''Of course not"
Then want to telegraph to her. l
have shaid hard things about your
mother. I have shaid she was an old
cat. have called her an old rip.
have shaid ! hoped she would choke
herself to death. One night got up
and got the crowbar and was goin' to
kill her. l want to beg her pardon.
want to shay she is not an old cat.
You get piece Of paper and write 1t
out. Shay that Mr.. Bowsher is shorty
and will never, never do it again.
Shay that he can't sleep nights for
thinkin' about her. Shay that If she
don't forgive me-
what nonsense! Mr.. Bowser, I
want you TO come to bed"
''Go to bed at sheven O'Clock! Not
much! Mrs. Bowsher. is 'ef iceman
hefer
You know he IL not. Shall I % up
and leave you herer'
II want TO beg that iceman's par
don. shaid he cheated US in weight
l shaid he was robber. I shaid I
would like to punch his head. Poor
man! made him feel bad, and want
to beg his pardon"
you can do that in the morning"
answered Mrs. Bowser as she took
him by the arm and tried to get him
started. He took step or two and
then pulled back and sat down and
said:
Wanted to Apologize.
"And there's the milkman. What
did l shay to him?"
Nothing. You haven't seen him for
months"
Mornings? Don't deceive me. Mrs.
Bowsher. I know l met 'er milkman
and called him a robber. I told him
his milk was half water. l called him
red headed son Of gun. shaid
could lick him with one hand tied be-
hind me. Fwant to shee him and beg
his pardon"
Mrs. Bowser sat down and picked
up u book and tried to read, and, after
brushing tears from his eyes, Mr.. Bow
ser continued:
"And there's you. want to beg
your pardon. 1 have called you names
have shaid you tried to assassinate
me. l have kicked and been mean.
Can you ever in your life forgive me-?
II you can't then shall 60 out and
drown myself"
"How could you be SO foolish as to
drink too muchv' exclaimed Mrs. Bow
ser as she looked at him.
"Whaz! Whaz THAT! Drink too
much? Shay. now, I'm shober as a
judgetwo judges-five judges. Never
was so shober in my life"
"Then come on to bed"
"I'll be in bed in two minutes, but
/ want to talk little first. Is the coal
man here"
you know better"
The Coal Man Too.
"Zhen I'm shorty. Last week call
ed him a liar and robber. Yesh, I
did. Shays l to him, shays l, Shay,
coal man, you are the biggest rob-
But let it go until tomorrow. You
can see him then and apologize"
But he's feelin' bad over what
shaid, and l want to 'pologize tonight.
If he should die tonight thinkin' / had
wronged him l could never forgive
myself. Yesh, shir, when he brought
THAT last coal shaid to him
Mrs. Bowser rose up and began pac-
ing the room, and Mr.. Bowser had a
brief weeping spell and then dried his
eyes and said:
"And want to tell you bout polly
ticks. You know, I've been sayin'
THAT was goin' to run for mex presi-
dency? Yesh, shir. I've shaid sho
right along. I've shaid l was 'er only
man to beat Roosevelt or Bryan.
Haven't shaid That, Mrs. Bowser"
Il believe you have" she replied.
Il could snow 'em both under ten
feet deep. My country calls me to do
it. Listen! Don't you hear 'er call?"
II hear q cat miauling in the back
yard. and If you are not coming to
bed shall leave you here"
Won't Run For once.
'My country calls, but she can call
and be hanged to her. am no sneak
in 'er bushes, Mrs. Bowser. am goin'
to make Mr.. Roosevelt or Mr.. Bryan
feel bad. Hear me when shay THAT
my name is Bowsher-Samuel Bow
sher-and That l hereby and hereon
absolutely decline to be a candidate
for 'er next presidency on any ticket.
THAT'S fat You can bank ON THAT