The Wenatchee daily world. [volume] (Wenatchee, Wash.) 1905-1971, 1910-10-19
Preparations For Outdoor Life.

Preparations For Outdoor Life.
"We've got cot in the garnet. and II
you'll get it down I'll have the girl get
| mattress and some coverings. never
coaxed any cats here and never shall.
If the doctor says it's necessary for
you to sleep outdoors I'll make you as
comfortable as can"
That's the way I like to hear you
talk" responded Mr.. Bowser, as his
face cleared. Now you seem to care
whether l die or get well. If the doc
tor hadn't happened into the ONCE just
as he did another month would have
seen you n widow. Now there is hope.
Yes. get down the cot"
The cot was brought down and the
girl instructed. 1t was placed in the
middle of the back yard, where there
would be a free circulation Of air. and
Mr.. Bowser went out and viewed it
complacently. 1t was cool. starlight
evening. and as he re-entered the house
he said:
II almost believe that my lungs feel
better already. / have the utmost
faith in cure"
1T is said to have benefited many"
answered Mrs Bowser. II think some
few cats will come around. and won't
it be best for you to have a club
handy"
Il can use one Of the clothes poles
You do care whether / live or die,
don't yout"
what q question to ask! Why, of
course do. thought at first that the
doctor might be a charlatan and that
he was only after your money"
''Dr. Schilinger charlatan" shout
ed Mr.. Bowser. ''Dr. Schiflinger, D.
D.. LII. D.. a fraud Woman. how
could you think that? Why, he had
hardly asked me to roll up my eyes be-
fore he announced that my lungs were
affected. He said l had taken heavy
cold and neglected myself. He found
that was breathing only through one
lung"
But. did you tell him how you yelled
at the street car block away In the
morning.
II so, we will end this conversation
right here and now. / will kick the cot
into the alley and die, and you can get
the life insurance."
Ozone In Chunks.
Mrs. Bowser had to retreat and beg
pardon. and when all things smiled
again MIR. Bowser said it was time he
was out ON his cot biting off chunks
Of ozone. Ten minutes later he was
nicely settled and the house in dark
ness. The cook didn't care bang for
his state Of health. but Mrs. Bowser
took her seat by back chamber win
dow to wait for the calamity that was
to happen. She could look down on
Mr.. Bowser's bald head and face, and
she saw that his mouth was held open.
He wasn't going to miss any Of that
healing night air.
Would wandering bug come along?
Would the cats gather for an investi-
cation?
Would the bad boys Of the neighbor
hood let the sleeper sleep in peace?
An hour passed by. Bozaris didn't
awake. Then Mrs. Bowser heard a
signing and grunting and a shut
fling in the alley, and next moment an
old lame horse turned into the open
gate. She shook her fist at him. In
whispers she begged him 10 so away.
She appealed. She offered brides. Did
he go: No. sir! He caught sight of
that sleeping form and advanced with
limp and hump until close upon it.
and then thrust forward his nose into
Mr.. Bowser's face.
4 yeil--a whinny-and then Tubercu-
losis Bowser and an old white horse
and clothes pole and back yard
were whirling around in such confu-
sion as to make her dizzy. And as she
turned In she heard Mr.. Bowser say:
"No. guess she didn't do it. but l
want to live to get my paws on that
Dr. Schihinger for about two minutes"