The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1912-01-06

The cider jug was, however, and Mr..
BoWser took advantage of the occa-
sion. As he was all alone and in no
hurry he drank a couple of glasses,
and the taste carried him back to the
days when harvest apples gave him
the collie. He smiled to himself while
drinking, but when he returned to the
sitting room Mrs. BowSer noticed that
his hilarity was on the wane. Five
minutes later he turned to her and
said:
DO you remember that little red
schoolhouse beyond the bridge where
we went to school together?"
"Of course" she replied
Did I tell you that it had been torn
down?n
NO, has 1t ~
Yes, torn down and a COW stable
put UP there. How could they do it
That dear old schoolhouse was sur
rounded with sentiment. There was
where I first met. There was where
first loved you. There was where
He could not go on. He pulled out
his handkerchief and held it to his
eyes and Mrs. BoWser realized that
the hard cider from old Chemung had
got in its work in good shape
Hadn't you better lie down on the
lounge for an hour or SOP" she sug-
geSted, as his tears continued to fall
mo, sir!" he replied with consider
able force. Mrs. Bowser, what kind
of woman are you? Here they go
and tear down our little red school
house, one of the most sacred spots
on earth to US, and you haven't a word
to say Even when I tell you that
cows are now chewing their cuds on
the spot where I first told you of my
love, and you do not shed a tearts'
i can't weep over all the sad things
near In this case I suppose the
building was about ready to fall any
how Won't you lie down p
AND there was an old oak under
winch
tnued Mr.. Bowser as his face grew
redder and more tears came "They
nave gone and cut down that dear
OLD tree and put up a windmill in it's
place. How dare they do it? Tt was
under the UNI outrageous branches of
that old oak that L first told you of
my love; that you told me my love
was returned. I wanted to buy that
tree and preserve it under a glass to
me, but they have cut down and sold
1t for stove WOOdi'
Its too bad said Mrs Bowser ssbl1t
don't you think you'd better go to bed
now? L don't believe you are feeling
very WE'LL
mo. I'm not feeling well. Do you
KNOW, feel that I won't live to bother
anyone much lCnger2 I shall be found
dead in my bed some morning, and
that will be the end of it. I did want
to see that dear old hill again, the
spot where I first told you of my love
as we were sliding down the hill but
IL cannot be- DO you know they have
torn that hill down and made a wood
yard on the spot? How could they do
it-how could they!"
wen, we are sorry, but we can't
help it, and I think you'd better go to
bed now You know you were up late
last night"
go to bed? Never. How can I go
to bed when | know that the dear old
horse pond in which I first told you
of my love has been cut up and sold
by the piece. Such things sink deep
into my heart, and if you were true
hearted woman you would be weeping
instead Of sitting there like a log of
wood You wouldn't care il all the
dear old things of your childhood were
traded off for turnips."
Where are you going?" asked Mrs
Bowser as he started down the hall
Where am 1 going?. r1h going to
find someone who can sympathize with
me and understand my feelings. You
can sit there with your heart of stone,