The daily Alaskan., 1912-08-12

all the simple life cooking there is to be dcne.f
 By thunder
 This pudding and milk will remind you of tile daSs gone by"
 Pudding and milk he banged. Mrs, Bowser, told you".-
 You did. Nil Bowset. 1 hsd my or ders to begin to save. and Il was to be the simple life for as. tilve me day or two mbrU aud can bring t about
 Mr. Bowster usouuted the stairs to the sitting room Tbe piano was closed and covered up. and 1t bore q card cf For Sale Cheap"
 What In hlazes does this meanY' he shouted al Mrs Bowser. who had fol lowed him up
 ''Neithef os oar families had pianos. she replied. When they wanted music they got 1t from jewsharp. Try to remember to bring home a couple to morrow"
 I-T'--
 He couldn't get It out. and be walked down the hall aud up the front stairs. The family tcdrpom had undergone a change fot the primitive The brass bedytcad hud hr,n replaced by an old wooden one dug up from the has,- ment. and fhrrr wrrr no springs on H. Tomorrow | will get au old tashion. cd straw tick aud feather ted. ev. plained Mir, BowSrr You Euow It's hard to return to the primitive at a days uoti,p,
 Mir, BowsPQ hrath'd the way down stairs and took seat on one of the cane chairs Ii wahitlrd and groaned and sighed under his weight
 The tight of Long Ago.
 Dusk had come. and Mrs Bowser excused herself for . moment and brought a lighted candle. lt was an old fashioned simple life caudle. such as father reuc and mother sewed by and spoiled their eyes.
 Mir. Bowstr stood up and tried to light the gus.
 No gas there.
 "I aad It shut off at the meter" ex- piained Mrs 3owser ''Our families never even heard of gas. and what was good enough for them Is good enough for m
 There was silence for two long min utes. Then Mrs Bowser brought out from closet some clay pipes and a bag of tobacco and said;
 For you, dear.. to begin the simple life on. l shall turn Co snufT tomorrow. It used to solsce our mothers, you Euow."
 Mir. Bowser sat dumb as stone.
 You want to get you some oyeraIls tomorrow. and I'll buy calico for a dress"
 Nothing from The man on the cane seat
 "l shall not now oppose your buying q pig"
 Still nothing.
 I've shall have johnnycake. fried salt pork and corn coffee foT break fast"
 The Last Straw.
 Then Mir. Bowser jumped to his feet He jumped m and down He gasped. He gurgled. He threw his arms about Had he the power of forty locomotives be could not have done justice to the occasion. All of sudden he clattered down the hall and opened the door and was gone Mrs. Bowser sat ia the dim lIght of the solitary candle when there was clatter of many feet, and six men and four women arrived. The gas was turned ou in three minutes and then. directed by Mir Bowser. the simple life was thrown out of the win dows Tn just one hour all the rugs and pictures we're In their old places Then the gang was paid ofr. and Mir. Bowser sat down to mop his pcrspir ing brow.
 "Is the high co,t of living to go right ony" asked Mrs. Bowser.
 No answer.
 "Aren't we going to live the simple hfey"
 "Wo-wo"--
 No. he couldn't say it. He just glared at her and went off to bed Domestic economy had hit blm a solar plexus blow, and he wanted at least three days to get his brragh back 
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