The river press. [volume] (Fort Benton, Mont.) 1880-current, 1907-11-06

He ooke for tears in her eyes. but
there We're nole. re looked " lines
Of grief in her face, but they were
taking Il late summer vacation.
We'll. what the row now?'' she
asked as he he.i-ated.
There is no row. You are in trou-
bic, and l am one who would helm YOU
out
How am l in trouble:''
Il don't know. l am going to ask
you to tell me. If you feel that life is
no longer worth the living and if you
are contemplating suicide
"G'wan with your she interrupted,
with a wave of her hand. I'm having
a bit Of shindy with my husband, who
has left me and is passing himself off
as a single man to a hired girl along
here. I'm looking for her. She's red
beaded and has a mole on her chin. II
l get hold Of her I'll give you enough
of that red hair to stuff a sofy pillow
WITH"
"Then-then you are not crushed
DOWN."
I'D like to see the man that could
crush me!!'
"And you are not thinking of sui.
cider"
"What dye take me for, old man:
What's all this jabber about anyway:
What is it to you If Jimmie and me
have a bit of a row? l don't like your
talk, and I don't like your looks"
But you passed my house back
there" replied Mr.. Bowser.
"And what If l did? Is there any
law to forbid me passing your house:'
but you looked SO detected and for.
lorn that l told my wife she ought tc
have spoken to you and let you know
that you had her sympathies."
IF she had I should have though,
her a bigger fool than you are. Now
get along with We. There are people
looking at us, and l don't want them
to understand that I'd pick up with
the likes of you"
"Woman. I felt sorry for you and
thought
"And who asked you to-"
but the other day you called at my
house, and my hard hearted wife turn
ed you away without a kind word"
His Sympathy Rejected.
"Was that your house? l was pretty
full. and l thought 1t was the place
where the red headed girl lives. Yes,
the lady told me to get a hustle on me.
and I'm not blaming her a bit. You'd
better he trotting along now"
Mr.. Bowser trOtted. He wanted tc
tear pickets off the fences as he pass
ed along. His sympathies had Deer
wasted and his kindness rebuffed. He
was wandering along, absorbed in
thoughts of Mrs. Bowser's barbarian
ism. when a woman he had been fol.
lowing almost without knowing it turn
ed on him Of a sudden and demanded:
Look here, you old masher, who are
you following and for what?"
MADAM. l am not following you,"
he replied.
But you have been following me fol-
five blocks, and l won't have no more
of it. III call the police"
Mr.. EowSer looked at her more close
~ and thought he detected grief in hel
face and hopelcssness in her eyes. He
was about to offer his sympathies and
fatherly interest in cast she had made
up her mind to leave the cruel world
behind her when she stepped forward
and brought a closed umbrella down on
his head and then uttered shouts for
assistance. For Il few seconds he was
too daZed to realize the situation. Then
she gave him a second blow, and he
took to his heels. Boys and men and
dogs pursued him, but they stood no
show. He had come out to sympathize
and had been called hard He
had been ready with a fatherly inter
est and had been whacked over the
head and his hat broken.
1t was two hours later when he n.
tered his house. Mrs. Bowser waited
for five minutes for him to speak, and
as he did not she inquired:
"Well, did you prevent the crushed
from committing suicide?"
Mrs. Bowser," he replied after a
moment, a l said before leaving the
house this evening, I want to talk with
you-a long talk"
."Yes, you said so, and now l want to
say that l want a talk with you-a
short talk. If your heart has got over
aching for the general public please
lock those back windows and come to
bed" NJ. QUAD.