The river press. [volume] (Fort Benton, Mont.) 1880-current, 1910-05-18

ed the head of the stairs when Mrs.
Bowser began clearing of the table
and singing. Yes. sir, singing, and be
might be contemplating suicide for
all b knew.
Dawn Of the Crisis.
A crisis must come, Things conld
not go on this way. He put on hat
overcoat and hen called to her.
She came up with a wiping towel in
hand and a smile on her face and
was about to say she'd be through in
ten minutes when he cut in with:
Mrs. Bowser. you must have seen
that something ais me-"
mo. | hadn't" she replied. rs your
rheumatism bothering you again"
you must have a feeling that a
crisis is ut band"
About Joe Cannon"
About us: Woman, l can stand
this no longer-!"
"Why, what is it?"
II cave home tonight-nowr"
you are not going to climb Mount
McKinleyY"e
Il am going because I can live here
no longer. You are driving me out.
have got to go to n boarding house."
Il didn't know that l had driven
you. but II you feel that you must 20
l hope you'll get a comfortable place.
Don't take a back room. II you do
the cats will he sure to bother YOU,
Come around and see me when YOU
have time. My Office hours will be
all day and all evening. Please ex-
cuse me now, as l have the rest of the
dishes to finish. Be sure to get a front
rOOm."
With that she tripped downstairs,
and for a long minute Mr.. Bowser
stood like a man of stone. He'd been
thrown down, and thrown hard. He
had met the enemy and he was hers.
He had bluffed and been called, and
now to save his face he must 20. He
looked around the room and took q
long farewell and then strobe down
the hall and banged the door after
him. AS it banged he heard Mrs. Bow
ser singing 1.-The Good Old Summer
Time"
Turned Away From Boarding Houses.
Mr.. Bowser felt all the feelings Of a
man who had turned himself outdoors.
He walked down to the corner and
then down to where he had seer q sign
of rooms and board. He was FIVE min
utes making up his mind, and then he
rang the bell. A Ratchet faced woman
came to the door. While he was an
nnl1n0inO hic n,iCcio~ ch4 -i.:--
him up, and when he had finished she
"You must have the best Of refer
ences, sir"
but my name is Bowser."
THAT'S nothing to me. l knew q
murderer named Bowser once"
woman, don't talk
But she shut the door on his toes
and saved the rest of his speech. He
again n block below. A young
with a lisp came to the door for
his mamma. Mr.. Bowser asked if he
could get Il front room and board, and
the reply was:
1--WE had a manth here who looked
liketh you. and he stole the tow
"Rut what's that got to do with me:'
"Nhy, you might steal the Sheets"
Mr.. Bowser invited him to come out
md have his head punched. but he re-
and shut the door and locked it.
next house appeared to be run by
IN old maid. At least one came to the
door, and as soon as the request was
she answered.:
"Do you kick about your meals:".
"Why. l expect good living"
care you a married manY"
Il expect ! am"
"Then I'm afraid you'd make love to
ne. They always do. you know
I'm not making love to anybody"
"Then you are a bad, bad man, and
I'd rather not take you. You see. a
Mr.. BOwser walked down the steps
straight to his own door. He took
his overcoat and hat and walked
through to the sitting room. and as
Mrs. Bowser looked up from her book
re said:
II was going to a club, but I charged
ny mind. Let's set that old phoro-
'raph going and have some music!'