The Whitefish pilot. [volume] (Whitefish, Mont.) 1904-current, 1912-03-21

clear water. the bung driven back IN
and then the key rolled back and forth
to mix things. Then It was rolled into
the hall and left Roth mistress and
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. hut she checked her.
self just in time and went after a
roast Of beef for dinner.
Anticipated Something Good.
Mr.. Bows-r returned from the Office
at the usual evening hour. He came
with the springy step Of man antici.
putting something good. and he had
only entered the door when he called
out:
.f.'Well. did the keg Of root beer ar.
rive?'
ITS here" replied Mrs. Rowser.
Good: \ doctor was telling me to-
day that hp thought | was getting
nenrsighted and that root beer was
the thing to take
He had brought home a spigot for
the key. Although dinner waited. the
spigot was inserted and n glass Of the
elixir drawn and imbibed Mr.. Bow.
ser held the empty glass in his hand
and smacked and looked doubtful.
J. Anything wrong! was asked.
'Nt,-O-s,. ! can't say that there is. hut
that beer doesn't seen, to be up to last
springs keg. 1t has IL weak washy
taste"
Perhaps your taste IL bit of.
You know you We're using creosote
yesterday for an aching tooth
THAT may he it. | don't believe the
express company would dare foot with
the key"
Tried It Again.
During the dinner hour MIR. Rowser
seemed thoughtful. Once or twice he
made start to draw another glass
from the key. hut gave it UP. 1t was
half an hour after the neal. and he
bad read his evening paper. when he
slipped down t. the dining room. and
the listening Mrs. RowSer heard him
growing to himself:
"NOw. then. We'll see whether this
Is diShwAter or riot beer
He drew and PUT away glass. 1t
did not bring smile. A 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 ia even bit Of burdock root in
the whole key"
The Reg was rolled around for five
minutes. and then Mrs. Bowsef came
down to ask:
HAS the rent beer had any benefi.
cial effect on y.sn yetT'
Il dunno. He may have sent the
wrong Reg"
But it's plainly marked. Perhaps
that creOsOte kills the tnste.'
Mi. 'Bowser drew ana drank another
glass -and ste<,ta ma waited FOR the
warm glow vt former spring tones to
steal over him. No glow. No stealing
Two glasses htSt year had set him to
laughing. No ianghing now. On the
contrary. tears were ready to spring
to his eyes
Did Net Take Hold.
Sunny that II doesn't take bold OF
your heart trouble" whispered Mrs.
Bowser
Mr.. Rowser stood posed with the
empty glass In hand
1.-The express company couldn't have
changed the kegs on yOn-that n. this
keg wasn't intended for an orphan asy.
lum?"
The red was coming into MIR. Bow.
ser's face and neck.
"Or Brown himself
There was wht,op and a juunp.
The keg was picked nr,. the basement
door kicked open. nnd with Wild Yell
Mr.. Rowser sought the street. There
the keg. wis. lifted high and dashed
down. and as the slaves ana hoops ana
root heer tiew about be jumped up and
down on the remains. Mrs. ROwser
wasn't ready for what be xaid when
he came into the house. She thought
It would tie the usual thing about di.
vOr'e. hut II wasn't He stretched
forth an arm and Missed: y
woman, nee that ! am called at 4
O'clock II the morning. 60 up the
state to-, shed Browns last drop Of
blOOd!" .@''-