The Marion daily mirror. (Marion, Ohio) 1892-1912, 1909-04-24

sure that he had struck the right hero
aud was then taken into the library.
After making ready he began:
"Mr. Bowser. were you ever taken
In on confidence gamer"
"W-what do you mcanT' was the re-
ply.
"well. for instance. did you ever bet
on three card monte. as It Is called?"
q don't understand your.psking such
question. sirw
"No? Then let me inquire at what
age you began to lose your hair and
what remedies, II any, you have tried
for your baldness?"
Look here, young man." said Mr..
Bowser as he rose up, "if you have
come here to insult me you can get
right out. What has my hair or my
badness got to do with this inter-
viewy'
why. a great deal. The lady you
assisted on to the car this morning has
sure remedy for badness. and she
| NuhAtu W ltp NOu NNh
fell into the hands Of any swindler."
You go out, sir-you go out-and
be glad that | don't throw you out!
The idea Of such talk to me. aud in
my own house at thatw
"Oh. we'll" said the young man, ~if
that is the way you feel about It I'll
! withdraw. / hoped to make couple
of columns of your story, but there are
many disappoiutments in this profess
sion. Good night to you"
Mrs. Bowser was In the sitting room,
and. the door being open. she had
heard every word. MIR Bowser knew
| this. and he hated to face her. hut
when he finally did he found her deeply
interested in n book $50 deeply that she
simply glanced up and said:
IF there is call for your photo
| graphs have them right here"
Again lnsulted by tho Press.
Then the bell rang again. and a sec.
ond young man was admitted. He
| anxiously asked II Mr.. Bowser would
! submit to an interview. and upon being
answered in the affirmative a great
load seemed to be lifted from his mind.
When pad and pencil had been fshed
| from his pocket he smilingly began:
"AIr Bowser, did you or did you not
on certain occasion get up I'm the
morning and put your day shirt on
over your nightshlrt and wear 1t thus
all day?"
'what do you mean, sir?" was de-
manded.
"Why, II is claimed that all great
heroes are absentminded, and want
| ed to see how 1t was with you. We
| may let that pass however, and l Will
ask you II your father had a short and
stocky figure the same as you have.
J The lady whose life you so herolcally
saved this morning noticed your fig
ure and asked me to be particular
about il. She said 1t seemed to her
that you had jumped off the roof of
barn some day and telescoped your
legs"
Escorted to the Door.
"I will escort you to the door, sirr'
said Mr.. Bowser in low, tense voice.
"But this interview is hardly begun"
This interview is finished, sir! The
next interview will take place when
we meet on the street"
Sorry, very sorry. was going to
give you the whole front page In the
morning, and now we must fill It with
a condensed milk advertisement. If
you change you mind within an hour
please telephone us. Good night"
Mr.. Bowser expected to see smile
on Mrs BOwser's face and hear some
thing to humiliate him, but nothing
took place. Even the cat seemed to
have missed the golden opportunity.
When the bell rang for the third time
Mr. Bowser asking:
"Well. sir what's wanted"
II am from the Daily Star" was the
reply OF the reporter.
"Well?"
'If you are Mr.. Bowser, the hero. |
want to ask you II you ever tried keep
ing pig in the clty?"
"Sir"
"And II the pork cost you 4s cents
pound?"
The door was opened. the reporter
showed out on to the steps. and Mr..
Bowser llmped back into the sitting
room and fell on the lounge and
stretched out his back. No one spoke.
No one moved. The quietness of death
prevailed for ten minutes. and then
his breathing told that he was asleep.
Mrs Bowser tiptoed over and saw a
tear on either cheek and bent down
| Ii 4
to herself
Poor man. he would be a hero n
he could, but he can't be. He can
only be just Bowser." NJ. QUAD.
Missing His Calling.