Cañon City record., 1911-08-24

and then the keg rolled back and forth
to mix things. Then 1t was rolled into
the hall and left. Both mistress ana
maid were very solemn during this
performance Neither of them smiled
once. The cook did start to say that
Mr. Bowser would be drawn back
from the grave. bur she checked her
self just In time and went after II
roast OF beef for dinner
Anticipated Something Good.
Mr.. Bowser returned from the office
at the usual evening hour He came
with the springy step of a man antici-
pating something good. and he had
only entered the door when he called
out:
well. did the keg OF root beer ar
rive?
ITS here" replied Mrs Bowser.
Good! doctor was telling me to.
day that he thought was getting
nearsighted and that root beer was
the thing to take"
He had brought home a spigot for
the keg. Although dinner waited. the
spigot was inserted and glass of the
elixir drawn and imbibed. Mr.. Bow
ser held the empty glass in his hand
and smacked and looked doubtful.
Anything wrong?" was asked
''No-o-O. l can'trsay that there is. but
that beer doesn't seem to be up to last
springs keg. II has weak washy
taste"
perhaps your taste Is a bit OF.
You know you We're using creosote
yesterday for an aching tooth"
THAT may be IT, | don't believe the
express company would dare fool with
the keg.''
Tried II Again.
During the dinner hour Mr. Bowser
seemed thoughtful. Once or twice he
made a start to draw another glass
from the keg. but gave 1t up. 1t was
half an hour after the meal. and he
had read his evening paper. when he
slipped down to the dining room. and
the listening Mrs. Bowser heard him
growing to himself:
'Now. then. well see whether this
is dishwater or root beer
He drew and put away a glass. Ii
did not bring a smile. second fol-
lowed. No effect. Then he was heard
to humble:
by thunder. but ! must have lost
my sense of taste. / don't believe
there is even bit of burdock root In
the whole keg'
The keg was rolled around for five
minutes. and then Mrs. Bowser came
down TO ask:
Has the root beer had any benen-
cial effect on you yetT'
II dunno. He may have sent the
wrong keg."
But IT'S plainly marked. Perhaps
that creosote kills the TASTE
Mr.. Bowser drew and drank another
glass and stood and waited for the
warm glow of former spring tonics to
steal over him. No glow. No stealing
Two glasses last year had set him to
laughing. No laughing now. On the
contrary. tears were ready to spring
to his eyes
Did Not Take Hold.
Funny that IL doesn't take hold of
your heart trouble" whispered Mrs
Bowser.
Mr.. Bowser stood posed with the
empty glass In hand
THE express company couldn't have
changed the kegs on you-that is. this
keg wasn't intended for an orphan asy
lumr'
The red was coming into Mr. Bow
ser's face and neck
"Or Brown himself'-
There was whoop and jump.
The keg was picked up. the basement
door kicked open. and with a wild yell
Mr.. Bowser sought the street There
the keg was lifted high and dashed
down. and as the staves and hoops and
root beer flew about he jumped up and
down on the remains. Mrs. Bowser
wasn't ready for what he said when
he came into the house. She thought
it would be the usual thing about di.
vorce. but II wasn't He stretched
forth an arm and Missed:
woman. see that ! am called at q
O'Clock In the morning. | go up the
state to shed Browns last drop OF
bIOOdi"