The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1912-03-30
other dose.

other dose"
More gurgles.
More Smacks.
With the addition of a long-drawn
u-r1 MIMI
Then there was a period of waiting
for the joyful to set in. It wasn't on
the hustle, and it was five or six min
utes after the third dose before Mrs.
Bowser looked up and found Mr.. Bow
ser's eyes trimming with tears.
Now what on earths the matter
Thinking. Mrs. Bowser-thinking!
he sobbed.
But thought it was joyful tonic"
1T is. but the joyful doesn't come
until after the sorrowful. Think of my
poor old father being gored to death by
bull and no one to save him! He
cried for help. but cried in vainr'
You've told me a hundred times over
that he died in his bed of typhoid
fever
And my poor old motherr' he sob
bed. She went out to draw an old
oaken bucket of water and fell into the
we'll. They didn't find her for week,
and then she was dead. Yes, sir, down
that we'll for seven days, and nobody
knows how many times she called for
me!''
you forget that I was there when
she died and that the cause was pneu-
monia.''
And there was my Aunt Lucinda"
continued Mr.. Bowser as he rose up
and walked the floor and Wrung his
hands. cat 10 o'clock one morning she
was alive and kicking. An hour later
she was cold in death. Climbed a cher
ry tree and came down with a kerplunk
and broke ker neck Mrs. Bowser, why
don't you weep with me?"
Mr.. Bowser, I don't believe that
druggist put you up spring tonic. 1
believe it's straight whiskey.'
And there was my UnCte Joab."
went on Mr.. Bowser as he sat down and
sobbed. when I was a boy he used to
hold me on his knee and tell me pirate
stories and hope I'd be another Kidd.
Then he was took, Mrs. Bowser-took
right away from earth to heaven. Yes
sir. a sawlog rolled over him and he
was mashed as fiat as a pancake. He
called my name. but I was fur, fur
away"
but I wouldn't mind if I were you"
said Mrs. Bowser in a soothing way
You had better go to bed now and
take the rest of the tonic in the morn
ing"
lovely pies she NADER
But never mind"
''And there was Moses Skinner. He
used to carry me through the deep
snow on his back. He's dead now"
but come to bed
love me. If I had been a girl and
growed up to be a woman he'd have
married me. And there was Cousin
Julia. She was just the sweetest.
incest cutest-"
But Mrs Bowser went up stairs and
left him alone with his sobs and tonics
and sorrowful memories. When Mr.
Bowser is taking a spring tonic ac-
cording to directions he can't be coax
ed For an hour she hoped to hear him
creeping up the stairs on hands and
knees, but as he did not appear she
slipped down. He lay on the floor fast
asleep with the faithful cat watching
over him. She got pillow for his head
and a shawl to cover him up and left
him alone to his joyful dreams. The
tonic went out doors and she went up
stairs.
Next morning she innocently asked:
MIR. Bowser, do you feel an improve
naent in your condition from taking
that spring tonic?''
What spring tonic?" he shouted
back at her. Mrs. Bowser, I hate to
say it, but you have weakening of the
brain, and if you don't quit running TO
bargain sales you'll find yourself in a
lunatic asylumP'-(C Copyright, 1912, ~
Associated Literary Press.)
An Optimist Needed.-A Fifth avenue
man has been trying to dig up some lit