The Hood River glacier. (Hood River, Or.) 1889-1933, 1907-01-10
ousIy Tor a moment ana rnen sau:

ousIy Tor moment ana unen saru:
Il believe in my fellow man and de
sire to still further strengthen that be
lief. I will appeal to the sympathies
of ten people, and | will come home to
prove to you that at least nine Of them
opened their hearts in response. All
this talk about the world having be-
come selfish and cold hearted is an in
justice to it."
II cyclone had come along and un-
rooted the house, Mr.. Bowser might
have been turned from his project, but
as nothing of the sort happened he got
out an old overcoat and cap and start
ed off. Mrs. Bowser talked to him till
the last moment, but there was no
stopping him. He took walk for six
or seven blocks, cooking up a tale Of
woe as he wandered along, and then
he turned in at cheerful looking house
and rang the basement bell. 1t was
answered after a couple of minutes by
the cook, and she no sooner caught
sight of him than she shouted out:
Nothing here for the likes of you!"
'But my three children are starving"
protested Mr.. Bowser.
"Then drink less whisky and buy
bread for them"
As he got outside the gate Mr. Bow
ser met a pedestrian. 1t was a man
with his hands in his pockets and
happy whistle on his lips.
would you give a poor man 10
cents TO buy bread for his starving
family?" was asked.
Come, now, you old soak, but that's
too thin" replied the man as he kept
up his pace.
"a wife and three children starving
in this land Of plenty, and / only ask
you for a nickel"
That's all, but you are not going to
get it. / don't encourage buns my
self. Clear out or I'll give you one
on the nose"
Three minutes later Mr.. Bowser rang
the front door bell Of house and 1t
was answered by woman. He start
ed to open his mouth to state his case,
but she closed 1t by saying:
IF you are not outside the gate In
half minute I'll call my husband to
throw you outp'
He went without having told his
story, and at the third house below
he rang the front bell again. He heard
a man laughing as he came down the
hall, and as soon as the door was
opened the story started off with:
kind sir, have just got out Of the
hospital and haven't cent to my
name. Can you spare me enough for
a nights lodging? If you can heaven
will bless YOU"
"The blessings of heaven don't come
through such old buns as you are!"
exclaimed the man as he brlstled up.
How dare you come here and ring my
bell? BY John, but you get Off this
street or I'll have you walked to the
jug In hurry"
Mr.. Bowser got. He was turning
the corner when he bumped into a dea-
con of the church Mrs. Bowser attends
every Sabbath day and he once in
awhile. Here seemed golden oppor-
tunlty. He began in quaverlng voice
TO tell of his starving family, but had
not got half through when the deacon
with:
'Pd see you In the river first, be-
cause | know you are an old drunk,
but I'll give you pointer. Go down
to Maple street and find No. 81. A
man named Bowser lives there, and
you can work him for 80 cents IL his
wife happens to be out"
Ten minutes later Mr.. Bowser open
ed his own front door and walked In.
When he had hung up his hat and over
coat, Mrs. Bowser asked:
swell, you appealed to your fellow
men. How much did you bring homer"
What are you talking aboutf' he
asked, trying to look surprised.
"You went out to tell a pltiful tale
and solicit sympathy and assistance.
What is the result?"
Mr.. Bowser sat down and took off his
shoes and put on his slippers. Then he
lighted cigar and took up the evening
paper. When he had read for five min
utes he said
II was over to the drug store to get
some patent mustard plasters, but they
were just out If that fellow don't
keep his stock up better | shall stop
trading with him" NJ. QUAD.