The Lexington dispatch. [volume] (Lexington, South Carolina) 1870-1917, 1912-10-09
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Tho above line represents 4 break in
Mr.. Bowsaz-s notes. caused by two
farmers who came along In 4 wagon.
When they saw him sitttng under a
tree with his hat on and cigar In his
mouth the team was stopped. aud one
of them called out:
You feler there. but what are you
doing?'
What is that to you?" demanded Mr..
Bowser as the song Of the tree toad
was forgotten in an instant.
Constable Butts In.
"I'll show you what it is to me! I'm
a constable. and it's my business to
keep an eye out for such fellerS as you.
Looking for a chance to rob some hen
roost, l s'pose"
You can s'pose any blamed thing
you want to-"
mighty sassy. amt you? Waal. III
be back in about an hour. and If you
are here Ill make it hot for you!"
For the next fifteen minutes Mr.
Bowser was so mad that he paid no
attention to tree toads. crickets or rus
Ting leaves. but he finally began to
cool OF and wrote: ~. :
Il have just heard the song Of a
whippoorwill. and it was not mixed
up with the notes OF hand organ or
tho yells of street peddler. Mrs. Bow
ser will be sorry she didn't come.
1.-The lowing Of the kline reaches my
ear. don't know what they want to
low at night for. but the sounds are
these Of pastoral peace. l am an ass
that l haven't spent every night this
summer out here.
I'm the bushes not far away night
fngale has just broken into song
While his notes are beautiful. they are
also sad. There Is somehow q dreamy
sadness about them that touches the
heart and reminds one off,
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Tramps Interrupt.
This break in Mr.. Bowser's notes was
occasioned by two tramps who were
"hoofng" it into town. but stopped
when they saw him under the tree.
"Hello, Gully! What's doin'?" asked
one.
"You go on" shouted Mr.. Bowser as
be identified them for what they were.
"Eh, Gully, what's de matter wild
you?" was queried as they both drew
nearer Say. Jim. de old baldhead is
on to something good and don't want
to let US in on de ground floor"
"By thunder, but didn't l tell you to
90 on" shouted Mr.. Bowser as he
scrambled up.
You did, Gully, but We are in no
hurry about it. Got a couple more
smokers? Why don't ye give US de
glad hand and make us feel to home"
Alas for the tree toads and whip
poorwills and nightingales! Mr.. Bow
ser sailed in. The tramps expected to
pick a fuss with him and win an easy
victory, but never were men more mis-
taken. He had them licked and on the
run within five minutes. They mussed
him up some in return, but he sat down
and lighted another cigar, and if he
had been given half an hour to get
over it the songs Of the birds and in
sects might have appealed to his heart
again. Only about ten minutes hao
gone by when the constable returned
He had With him in the wagon six
stout yeomen, and as they all leaped
to the ground the official said:
"Now, then, you old sheep thief. will
you move on or go to the county jail?'
How dare you apply such term to
me! Do you know whom am. sir:"
II don't and l don't care! Come on
fellers!"
He "Seats It" For Home.
There was but one thin for Mr. Bow
ser to do. He tool. to his legs and
struck a 2:40 gait. The six took after
him, but. though he was short ano
fat, the tree toads and whippoorwills
were encouraging him to do his best
and after he had been run while the
pursuit was abandoned.
It was 2 o'clock in the morning wher
Mrs. Bowser heard soft footsteps on
the sidewalk They turned in at the
gate and mounted the steps. Some one
unlocked the door, Some one came
upstairs. Some one undressed without
a word. moving around on tiptoes, and
some one fell into bed with 81 grunt. tc
turn his back and say to himself:
Thank heaven, she is asleep, and in
the morning will lie to her and tell
her I had the best time in my lifer'