The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1908-08-08
I. You are sure it's nothing but wat

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Jess water, Mrs. Bowser-jess
Chlckadee Mountain water"
The cook came in with q dish and
looked at Mr. Bowser In q puzsled
way, and Mrs. Bowser hurried him
through the rest of the meal and got
him upstairs. He didn't go. however,
until ne had taken another glass OF
natures purest and best and carefully
returned the jug to the ice box. He
wanted to go out and sit on the front
steps. but in reply Mrs. Bowser said:
l.. think it's cooler right here, and
oesoes want to talk with you DO
you think of trading the house and
lot for a farm"
DO I? Do / think? Do 1 think of
trading for farm7' he repeated In a
high pitched voice. and then after a
hearty laugh he continued:
| mo. lovey. dovey, ! don't think:
Your hubby is no farmer. He don't
know burdock from pumpkin.
Take my arm and let's go to the
theater.''
| mot this evening 1 think the c.
M. w. mas gone to your head little"
| Gone to my head! Why, Misshus
Bowsher, who ever heard OF such a
right. Chickadee is all right. Noun
tain Is ALL right. Shay, that's Won
| derful water. I'm going down and
have anozer glass of 1t. 1 feel as II 1t
was last winter. 1 don't feel over thir-
| ty years Old"
| Mrs. Bowser filed various ob1ec-
| tions, but they were set aside and MI.
| Bowser went down and helped him
self. The cook saw him pouring from
| the jug, and he smiled and w1nked at
her and said her wages should be
raised four dollars a month. When
he returned to the sitting room his
gait was uncertain and he was reach
| ing out for things to hang on to as
he walked. When he had finally got
| seated in a rocking chair he said:
Greatest water on the face of the
earth. Never heard Of anything like
| it. Shay, Misshus Bowsher. let's have
| a game of cards tonight 1 can beat
you five out of six"
mot tonight, Mr.. Bowser. 1t has
been a very hot day, and you have
suffered from the heat. II you Will
lie down I will put ice to your head"
ct suffer from heat. Not much!
Your husband is no sufferer Shay,
I'm going over and shee That butcher
and order fifty barrels of Chickadee. !
| shall drink a barrel a day for zhe rest
of the summer. How nice it is to be
sitting here wiz your tootsy-wootsy OF
| a wife! Where's zhe cat?"
I'm the back yard
"C-call zhe c-cat in. 1 owe her
biology, and 1 want to make friends
| wiz her. feel good, and I want you
and zhe c-cat to feel good too. Shay,
while we are waitin' to pologize to
| zhe coat I'll shing you a shong."
Don't talk SO loud, Mr.. Bowser,
| and do please lie down and let me
cool your head. Can't you under
| stand that you are not exactly right
| in your head?"
"You are dizzy"
| "Whazzer mazzer my head?"
| "Nonshense! Never dizzy in my
| life. It's zhe room that's dizzy. Now,
you listen and I'll shing zhe old
| Oaken Bucket to you. old Oaken
| Bucket hain't in wiz zhe jug, but I'll
shing it, Don't cry when I shing
I'll stand up, and I'll shing-
| But he didn't sing. He stood up to
| fall down, and a minute later was fast
| asleep. When Mrs Bowser awoke
| him next morning he was still lying
| there, He followed her down to
| breakfast without a word. He had
nothing to say when he, found the jug
of Chickadee water empty. 1t was
only as he was ready to go to the Of
flee he turned to remark;
| "I'll see about the divorce and ali
tmony this afternoon, and you can be
| packing your trunks You have
finally succeeded in driving me to
4 the dead e.''-(Copyrighted, 1908,
by T. G. Mcciure.)