The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1909-08-11
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.ss points. 1t pointed IN any old al
rection. It was not q square bed. Ito
width was not proportional to ita
length. 1t was simply Bowser onion
bed. Some folks might have consid.
erred 1t a blot on the landscape Of the
hack 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 a
farmer 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:
did you take picturesqueness into
account in setting out your sprouts?"
"Have you any fault to find?' he re.
piled.
s.Why, no, but Il seems to me-
'.Never mind how 1t seems to you.
II 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 1t all him
self. He had done 1t 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.
Eyes, 1t is finished. and 1t now only
remains for the onions to thrive and
grow. doubt IL any farmer in the
country will have better onion bed to
show"
"well. I hope they win be a sue
cess"
'sThey 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-
II won't even look at it."
Destroyed BY Dogs.
Just then was heard the barking and
growing Of dogs on the street outside.
1t seemed to be fight between half a
dozen CANNES. but the noise presently
receded. Then It was heard again al
the back Of the house, hut only by the
cook. and she took no particular note
| Of 1t for minute. Then as she went
to the open kitchen door she uttered
yell.
"What in thunder ails 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 thu
dining room with the cry Of:
"Oh, sir. dogs. dogs, dogsr'
"Where7 What? What dogs?''
The terrified woman pointed to thu
back yard and could make no reply
Mr.. Bowser ran out to see for him
self. and he saw. There were sever
or eight dogs fighting on his onion bed
They had already scattered the onion
to the four or FIVE winds Of heaven o
that other place and were now throw
ing the loose dirt after them. III
rushed into their midst with the rake
but the deed had been done. TIL
spring sun was just going down o.
the scene Of desolation.
did do it this timer asked Mrs
Bowser as she followed him out
He turned and glared at her for
moment and then replied:
"Woman. this is the deadline! 70
leave for your mothers at 1910 /
the morning" NJ. QUAD.