The Republican. [volume] (Mountain Home, Idaho) 1903-1909, 1908-03-18
No cusslng about thu gas bill.

No cusslng about The gas bill.
No declaring that HE butcher was
highway rUbber
Mr. Bowser then lifted the eat up on
his lap and called her pet names.
Just before going to bed Mrs. Bowser
asked him why he didn't sell the house
and buy q cranberry marsh, but he
carelessly replied that things were good
enough, and he didn't care to upset
them.
Thursday dawned on an even more
peaceful attitude If anything. During
the night Mrs. Bowser got up and
placed an old frayed collar aud pair
of hoey socks where Mr., Bowser must
get hold of them, and she counted on
the monotony being broken. 1t wasn't
however. He put on both collar and
socks and never said word. The cook
had her little scheme about the coffee,
but the weak stuff was swallowed
without protest
Thursday evening brought the same
dreary harmony. Mr.. Bowser hadn't
invested in any hair dyes during the
day and hadn't had any rows with
passengers on the street car coming
home He offered to go to the theater
or make call on neighbor. Mrs
Bowser herself didn't care about it.
During the evening man called
with a scheme to make hair grow on
the heads of badheaded men by using
goats fat. A week before that Mr.
Bowser would have taken him into the
library and talked for two hours and
had all the goats in America scared
half to death, but now he CURLY de-
clined to discuss the project for two
minutes.
There was also a man who had been
sent to the house by the family butch
err He had invented way Of making
raspberry jam out of COWS tails and
was prepared to show that the jam
sales would reach $1,000000 a year,
half of which would be clear profit,
but Mr. Bowser observed that 1t was a
cold night and would be colder before
morning and worked him outdoors.
Gave Mrs. 3. Book.
At bedtime the cook gave Mrs. Bow
ser an appealing look and wanted to
tell how she once had brother who
was taken just the same way, but she
was hustled off to her room and given
no show.
Friday morning-all serene.
Friday noon Mrs. Bowser telephoned
over to the office, and the answer came
back, "Never felt better in my life"
SO quiet and harmonious was Friday
evening that pedestrians stopped In
front of the house and wondered what
had happened.
Mrs. Bowser was not charged with
selling the coal out of the cellar.
She was not charged with taking the
ak and chopping off the water pipes.
Nothing was said about going to the
poorhouse.
Not word about alimony or divorce.
A man called with a scheme to heat
use the water to melt the snow in
three states, but Mr.. Bowser refused
to go into it.
There was second one with a
scheme to make the hens of the coun-
try lay four eggs every day in the year,
including holidays, but he was dis
missed with wave of the hand
Saturday morning still.
Saturday evening when he came
home there was a look of sorroWful
dignity on Mr.. Bowser's face, though
he asserted that he was feeling well.
Mrs. Bowser proposed that he buy a
chicken farm, that he go into straw
berries, that he buy fire escapes by the
dozen, that he go into any wildcat
scheme, but he sat and smiled and
shook his head He was Bowser no
more 1t was with a great sense of
relief that she finally heard him say
that he had got to go over to the drug
store, and she flew to help him on with
his overcoat Then she wished that
something would happen to him before
he got back, and when the fearful
Bridget came up from the kitchen to
console her both wept in unison and
cried in chorus:
"Oh, what has become of the real
thing?' M. QUAD.
LIZ r.14r..x, Ma