The Marion daily mirror. (Marion, Ohio) 1892-1912, 1909-05-29

with rng dolls, and l have never made
mistake yet In placing them"
/ Mrs. Bowser retired. and he pot tho
rake to smooth the bed over and give
1t the appearance Of hair mattress.
That bed was not laid out by the com.
pass points 1t pointed In any old dl
rection. 1t was not square bed. Its
width was not prOportioned to its
length. 1t was simply a Bowser onion
bed. Some folks might have consId.
cred it blot on the landscape of the
back yard, but he didn't.
When the surface had been combed
sufficiently the bed was ready for the
onions. They were old onions with
sprouts all ready to grow and give n
farmer a full heart. In setting them
out Mr.. Bowser didn't follow any ar.
bitrary rule and set them in rows. He
simply followed his eye, with the re.
suit that when the bed was finished all
the rows had beautiful bulges In them.
Some bulged TO the right and some to
the left, and some started across the
yard and then headed for the alley
fence. Mrs. Bowser came out and
looked at them and asked:
"Dld you take picturesuueness into
account in setting out your sproutsT'
Have you any fault to fndT" he re-
piled.
why, no, but it seems to me-
Never mind how It seems to you.
If you have any stockings to darn, now
is the time to do It."
The work was now completed, but
Mr.. Bowser fingered to feast his eyes
on that bed. He had done It all him
self. He had done It without any OF
Mrs. Bowser's advice. without doubt
1t was the only onion bed on the block
There might be others, but they were
far, far away. Even at that they were
onion beds without picturesqueness or
bulges. He was called to dinner, but
he could not tear himself away. He
was called again, but still. like Mary's
little lamb, he fingered near. BY a
heroic effort, however, he finally tore
himself away and entered the house
and made ready for the meal.
well, is 1t done?" asked Mrs. Bow
ser as they sat down TO the table.
"Yes, 1t is finished, and It now only
remains for the onions to thrive and
grow. 1 doubt II any farmer in the
country will have better onion bed to
show"
"Well, I hope they will be a sue
cess"
They can't help but be unless you
interfere, and want you to remember
what said. The person that inter.
feres with that onion bed interferes
with me-"
Il won't even look at It,"
Destroyed by Dogs.
Just then was heard the barking and
growing of dogs OH the street outside.
1t seemed to be fight between half
dozen CANNES, but the noise presently
receded. Then 1t was heard again at
the back of the house, but only by the
cook, and she took no particular note
of 1t for a minute. Then as she went
to the open kitchen door she uttered
a yell.
What in thunder alls that woman
now" demanded Mr.. Bowser as he
half rose up.
"She must have burned her hand"
The words were still on Mrs. Bow
ser's lips when the cook burst into the
dining room with the cry Of:
"Oh, sir dogs, dogs, dogsW
where? What? What dogs?"
The terrified woman pointed to the
back yard and could make no reply.
Mr.. Bowser ran out to see for him.
self, and he saw. There were seven
or eight dogs fighting on his onion bed.
They had already scattered the onions
to the four or five winds of heaven or
that other place and were now throw
Ing the loose dirt after them. He
rushed into their midst with the rake,
but the deed had been done. The
spring sun was just going down on
the scene of desolation.
did / do it this timeY asked Mrs
Bowser as she followed him out.
He turned and glared at her for a
moment and then replied:
Woman, this is the deadline! You
leave for your mothers at 1910 in
the morning" NJ. QUAD.