The Marshall republican., 1911-02-03

NVosRo't bhtsttt w Naet W. ~
other letter. Then he read:
You say I must not be Jealous Of
you, but | ccsnot help myself. Ycster.
day when you were helping your Grip
pied grandfather down the front steps
! found myself wanting to murder
him. When you patted the dog | wished
I was a canine. Such love as mine
annot help but be Jealous OF the very
skeeters that bite you."
Never Wrote He Wa Jealous.
"And I wrote tbati'' said Bowser as
he held Il out II, Samuel Bowser. sat
down and took up n pen and indited
such Infamous baldcrdasb! No. never.
II was either another Sammy or she
has continued her forgerics. BY the
starry heavens that woman shall snf.
fer! Burning at the stake Is too good
for her! Let me be calm while I rend
more"
The next letter related TO n little mis-.
understanding. The writer had got
mad and walked or and said he would
never see the recipient again. but he
had arrived home 20 change his mind
and write:
Darling OF oil darlings. can you.
will you. forgive n man who Is mad
with love for your Punish. but for
give. Tell M to jump from n preci-
picc n hundred feet high. Tel me 10
plunge into an ocean Il thousand feet
deep. Tell me TO Tickle the hungry
lion or wrcstlc with the ferocious
tiger. Send me into the fiery furnace
or across the snowy Alps. Even chop
out my heart with a dull ax TO feed 20
your cat. But say you forgive me. IL
you don't I shali commit suicide by
swallowing chestnut burs. I have
gathered n peck OF them for the pur.
pose. From your mad lover"
Mr.. Bowser leaned against the wall
and painted like a wounded stag who
had Just finished n run OF 80 miles.
His sight blurred and his ears buzzed.
II was all of two minutes before he
could take the center Of the stage and
hiss: .
~ Will drag her TO the stnke and
lnugh-ha. ha, ha.-wbile the flames
consume her. Malice! Forgery! Ter.
jury! As she enters the house I will
confront her. and with my arm out.
stretched I viii say;
woman. your place Is not here. II
Is In tho Internal regions. Go! Dc.
scend to the pit and your klndr
"Yes. I win say that, ~and-and'-
And he picked up the next letter. II
started or by saying that he had pass
ed the night under her window TO
watch and guard his treasure and that
along about daylight a bug had crawl
ed into his ear and he must go to n
doctor. She must not worry. For her
dear sake he would lie out In the rain
forty long nights and let forty bugs
play with his Ears. In signing II he
had called himself her little cherub.
Sammy Balmy."
'By the fourteen thundcrs"-
An, Yos. No Remembers.
He stopped there. A wave Of recol-
lection swept over him. Yes, ne had
got a bug In his eur in those callow
days and had been made partly deaf
for many months. That ear troubled
him still ut times. He must have
written that letter and the others. He
must lie the SAMMY Balmy" boy
alluded TO. He must be the great
American jackass. He tried to deny
It to himself. but It was a failure. Hc
groaned as he had TO admit 1t.
could I-could I have done it," he
asked himself yer and over
He could and he had.
BY and by the letters were carefully
retied md placed In tho old bureau,
the piece Of furniture tinkered up and
showed back into place. and then he
slipped softly downstairs. He was just
In time to meet Mrs. Bowser coming In.
"I hurried, but I'm a little late" she
said.
"Oh, that's all right" was the reply,
"You weren't vexed when you found
I was outf'
'Not the slightest"
you are SC queer sometimes, you
know"
"Yesf'
And he put his arms around her and
kissed her.