The Marion daily mirror. (Marion, Ohio) 1892-1912, 1908-10-10


gan 20 play with the eat, but after TAX
ing two or three turns across the floor
he said: C sh
"And my sister Mary is dead, and my
Uncle Jim, and my Cousin Betty-yes,
, dead and gone. don't s'pose | could
End their gravestones II 1 set ont to
look for them-dead and gone. and you
are playing with that blamed old yaller
cat as II nothing had happened"
She Refuses TO Mourn.
But what do you want me to dor
she retorted. "Is II going TO bring the
dead 20 life II ] sit down and weepT'
"Hark to thatr' he exclaimed after
moment and without having an
swered her question. There is ped
dler shouting 'WatermelonsF at the
top OF his voicel Just hear himp
"wby, you have heard him every
evening. for days and days. He has
got watermelons to sell. Probably
nine out Of ten of them are as green
MS grass, but let him sell them IL he
eau. The more cholera morbus the
better for the drug stores and doctors"
"But the cry goes right to my heart"
protested Mr. Bowser. "My poor IA
ther died after eating watermelon
and my Uncle Jim because he hadn't
any teeth to eat one with The ped.
dler knows n and is hollering TO add
to my grief.' a
"Don't be childish. MIR. Bowser. The
man doesn't even know who lives here.
Did tell you that wanted to get at
my housecleanlng next month";
"And now he's yelling 'Gooseber-
RESP
"well, let him yell."
But I tell you he knows that Bow
ser lives here, and he wants to spite
me by adding to my grief. II was
gooseberry tarts that killed my sister
Mary and plain gooseberries that
killed my cousin Betty. Betty ate four
quarts Of 'em right down and next day
was no more"
al don't wonder at It. But let's talk
about something more cheerful. Do
you think the next congress is going TO
take up the tariff question:
stirred Up by a Song.
Mr.. Bowser might or might not have
answered the question, but before he
could get around TO It a hired girl in
the next back yard who was taking
clothes OF the line commenced singing
at the top OF her voice:
"In. Scarlet town. where I was born,
There was a fair maid dwelling,
And she was known both far and near
As lovely Barbara Allen"
-y'Great snakes, but must ] submit to
thisY' groaned Mr.. Bowser as he start
ed up. Here come home loaded
down with grief and sadness, and a
peddler must yell 'Watermelonsr and
'Gooseberriesr at me from the front
and hired girl must warble song at
me from the backy'
But have patience" counseled Mrs.
Bowser. 'rhese people, know nothing
Of your sadness. See, the peddler has
driven on and the girl has stopped
singing. let me ask you a question,
please. Did you partake of any fall
tonic todayf"
"And my sister died after eating
gooseberry tarts!' he murmured as he
wiped his eyes anew.
Answer my question. Did you have
any fall tonic this afternoon7 Did any
one recommend a tonic to take your
grief away7"
"Y-e-s, Just a little tonic. 1t was for
my lame back. took about table.
spoonful"
"Uml i thought So"
"And II has made me sad--s-a-d."
II see. Well, let me put you to bed,
and you'll wake up in the morning
feeling all right"
And won't be sad no morer'
"Not sad. You won't even remem-
ber whether II was gooseberry tsrts or
pumpkin pie that did the business for
your sister. Come on"
'Yesh, 1 will come on. Mrs. Bow.
sher, you are sho good-sho good
zhat cry for your NJ. QUAD.