The Hood River glacier. (Hood River, Or.) 1889-1933, 1912-07-04

and tear down our little red school
house. one Of the most sacred spots On
earlh 10 us and you haven't 4 word
10 says Even when l tel you that
cows are now chewing their cuds on
the spot where nrst told you Of my
love. you do not shed tear
Il can't weep over all the sad things
hear. In this case ] suppose the
building was about ready to fall any
how. Won't you lie downs?
And there was an old oak under
which we used to gather acorns." con-
tinued Mr. Bowser as bis face grew
redder and more tears came They
have gone and cut down that dear old
tree and put up windmill in Its place.
How dare they do IL. II was under
the um-umbrageous branches Of that
old oak that first told you Of my
love; that you told me my love was re-
turned. | wanted TO buy that tree and
preserve Il under a glass TO me, but
they have cut down and sold II for
stove wood
Too Unsympsthstie.
"It's too bad" said Mrs. Bowser,
but don't you think you'd better 90
to bed now? I'm afraid you're not feel
ing we'll"
mo. I'm not feeling we'll. Do you
know. I feel that won't live TO bother
any one much lOngerf shall be found
dead In my bed some morning, and
that will be the end Of 1t. did want
to see that dear old hill again. the spot
where | first told you of my love as
we were sliding down the hill. but II
cannot be Do you know they have
torn that hill down and made wood.
yard ON the spot? How could they do
it-how could theyP
"Well, we are sorry. but we can't
help It. and think you'd better 60 to
bed now. You know you were up late
last night"
go to bed? Neveri How can I 60
to bed when know that the dear old
horse pond in which first told you Of
my love has been cut up and sold by
the piece? Such things sink deep into
my heart, and II you were a true heart
ed woman you would be weeping In
stead OF sitting there like log OF
wood. You wouldn't care II all the
dear old things OF your childhood were
traded of for turnips"
Where are you gOing?" asked Mrs.
Bowser as he started down the hall
Where am going? I'm going to
find some one who can sympathiZe
with me and understand my feelings.
You can sit there with your heart OF |
stone. and the blamed old cat can sit !
there with you, but IL
The Last Chapter.
He put on his hat and went out. The
night wind dried his tears. but at the
same time II set that hard cider work
ng up In the top OF his head. and Mr..
Bowser had only reached the corner
when he had to reach out for the
'ence. What happened to him in the
next quarter Of an hour was told by
he policeman who brought him home.
Madam" he said as Mrs. Bowser
answered his ring at the bell, ''is this
Tour husband"
Yes she replied as MIR. Bowser
vas assisted into the hall.
'His name Is Bowser, isn't itP-
Eyes"
"Yesh. names Bowser." unused the
ulprlt as he leaned up against the
vail and started around.
Has anything happened to unhinge
lis mind?" continued the officer. II
'ound him at the corner muttering
about little red schoolhouse. He
sn't crazy, is hef
Not at all. He simply received a
ug OF hard cider from Chemung coun-
y tonight
IL see, madam; l understand"
Ten Minutes later Mr.. Bowser was
u bed aud unconscious to the world,
md Mrs Bowser was downstairs
pouring out the rest of the cider and
eplacing the contents with water.
When he came down to breakfast he
ought the jug for another drink, but
fter taste he set Ii down and
'rOwled:
"Humph! Chemung county must be
mighty hard up for catnlp tea"