Waterbury evening Democrat., 1908-12-05

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 eyes. Your mother is here to look out for you and if Samuel comes home and goes to cavorting around he'll hear something drop. If he comes home with spell on there'll be a shindy thatll make his hair curl"
 The hired girl had been posted be- fore MT. Bowser reached home, and he l didn't get hint of my presence. When he entered the house and failed to find his poor victim In the hall to greet him he banged the front door and stamped around until he was told that Mrs. Bowser was lying down with a headache
 "She is, eh" he shouted. Lying down with headache, is she? Who brought on the headache?"
 The girl informed him that she { didn't know.
 But do.' he clustered She's been eating pickles and oranges and bananas and a lot of other truck. l Don't tell me she hasn't. for I know i better. Headache. and the house all upset. Nice old ranch this for a man to come home to. It's no wonder that i ten thousand husbands in the United States are driven to drink every year l We'll see about that headache" | With that he came tramping up- l stairs, and hid in the clothes closet He made more noise than horse l coming up. and he had no sooner en- ! tered the room than he almost yelled out:
 Well, this is the last of you! I've warned you a thousand times over, but it has done no good. It's no use in going for the doctor. Any one can see that your days are numbered" Its only a headache" said Mrs. Bowser as she tried to smile.
 "Only. Only headache! And what is that headache going to lead to? Wo- man, If you have brought about your own death don't blame me. You can't hog down q dozen bananas. skins and all, and expect to live more than few hours"
 
 months"
 'Then it's raw cabbage or some such thing. Well, don't look to me for any sympathy. shall bury you. of course. but don't expect anything more"
 Some of His Actions.
 Then he tipped over chair. walked | over to the bureau and opened the l drawers and slammed them shut and 1 had begun to whistle as loud as he | could when my daughter asked:
 Mir Bowser, won't you send for mother?"
 Send for your mother.' he fairly | howled as he whirled around on her. l Send for that old bat! Never! Never in this world.'
 But if am going to die I should like her with me"
 "She can't come. If she was here know just what she would do. She'd,-
 ,'So do Enow~ said as sudden, ly walked out on him.
 Mfr Bowser staggered over to chair and sank into 1t. and his face turned as white as flour. He had been caught red handed. stood giv- ing him the stony stare for long three minutes, and then he worked up nerve enough to ask:
 Who invited you down here at this times"
 T didn't have 10 wait. for an invita- tion. Dinner is on the table. and we will go down Swe can talk as we eat.'
 There's no talking to be done." he sulkily observed as he drew away.
 There's heap of fl, Samuel, and 1 l want you to come along"
 He shut his jaw and stuck out for awhile. but eventually followed me downstairs. Then he tried to grab his hat and overcoat and make a sneak l for 1t, but I had an eye on him and prevented 1t. finally got him down to | the dining room and the table. but he refused to eat. That made no differ | ence in the programme. however. II began to talk to him Ikea mother-in- i. law. l sm an elderly woman of pro- i, nounced opinions. I proceeded to rsel