The Kennewick courier. [volume] (Kennewick, Wash.) 1905-1914, 1912-07-19

nurt. Home placid and good tempered
BY Mrs. Bowsers orders a poor dinner
had been prepared. but Mr.. Bowser
ate with relish and hoped the heather
Of Africa were as we'll looked after.
An argument arose during the evening
as to why q rabbit should be bobtailed
and a COW have one as long as her
body. but Mr.. Bowser gave right up
when Mrs. Bowser suggested that It
was because rabbits were not annoyed
by flies. More crickets singing at bed.
time
Provoking HoosiIities.
Thursday.-Mrs Bowser was out Of
bed first, and she deliberately replaced
Mr.. Bowser's good socks with pair
that had yawning holes in the heels.
She waited downstairs for the row to
break out, but none came. He de-
scended smiling. Poor breakfast, but
no kick. Man at the gate as MIR. Bow
to the top of Mount Mckinley. De-
clined with thanks. He returned at
night still himself-that Is, he was
some other Bowser. and when the cook
noticed it she rolled up her eyes and
said to herself that she'd give notice
the next day. Bowser smoked and
read most Of the evening. There was
a call from a man who wanted the job
Of hunting up the family tree, but he
was sm1lingly dismissed. No rows and
no arguments. Mrs. Bowser asserted
that the butcher was sending too much
bone with the steak. but Mr.. Bowser
made no reply. Appalling peace and
harmony reigned over region ten
miles square as they went up to bed.
Friday.-Still that smile, that placid
ity. Poorest breakfast yet, but not
word of faultfnding. On the contrary.
Mr.. Bowser observed that the cook
was doing heap better cooking than
formerly and that Mrs. Bowser could
raise her wages If she thought best.
Gentleman at the door to see Mr.. Bow
ser. Wanted to sell him five legged
calf to take around the country to lee
ture about Easy to show there was
$500 a week in it, but Mr. BOwser turn
ed it down. At noon he telephoned
over to ask Mrs Bowser If she was all
right, and when she answered that a
boy had just thrown stone and bro
ken a window he said that it was an
incident that could be overlooked. The
stone probably slipped as it was
thrown.
His Wife Despairs.
Home at the usual hour, looking more
placid than ever.
The cook groaned, and Mrs Bowser
shed tears.
During the dinner hour Mr.. Bowser
said that this was a good world to
live in.
Also that he pitied widowers and
old bachelors.
Also that the fellows who took him
for a chump would find out their mis-
take.
Also that he was getting to love the
family cat
Only one caller in the evening. He
wanted Mr.. Bowser to 60 with him to
Lapland after the hides Of reindeer to
make ladies' purses and figured out an
enormous profit, but was tenderly es-
corted to the gate.
Mrs Bowser started to argue that q
cabbage was species Of squash. but
he wouldn't even debate the matter.
She spent most Of the evening keeping
the tears out Of her eyes and wonder
ing If he would break out before he
died.
The Cook Can't Stand II.
Saturday-No breakfast at all. The
cook had got up early and scooted.
Mr.. Bowser smiled and said It made
no difference He ate a raw onion
and left for the Office. Met a man
who wanted to sell him dairy farm.
Didn't buy.
Was home to lunch and still smiling.
Worked In the garden.
Tinkered around the house. Sat on
the front steps with the cat. Said he
wished that everybody in the world
was as happy as he was.
Smoked and read after dinner.
Noticed Mrs. Bowser's tears and laid
It to toothache.
Called attention to the cooling Of the
turtle doves and the love songs Of the
crickets
Wouldn't argue. Wouldn't Jaw.
Wouldn't Jump up and down and yell.
"WOman!'
Just gentleness. Just placidity. Just
tender smiles
And Mrs. Bowser went to bed to
softly pray that when the end came.
which 1t must day or two later. her
name would be the last on his lips.