The Natchitoches enterprise. (Natchitoches, La.) 1888-1965, 1912-11-21

oyermodest-but I trust you win not
carry 1t too far In this case. Let me
show you what have written up
from such facts as l could gather.
and | want you to correct any mis-
takes and elaborate on the whole"
The caller thereupon produced q
type written paper and read: Samuel
Bowser, descendant of William Bow.
ser. who commanded the patriotic
troops at Lexington. Was a wheel
horse In politics for thirty years.
Wrote many poems and essays and
delivered many speeches that attract
ed widespread attention. Might have
been vice president, but declined the
honor. Had the respect, love and es-
TEEN Of all who came in contact with
him. In his unfiinching integrity Of
character he was often compared to
Nero. The world will know fewer
men deserving of niche in the temple
Of fame"
Ordered Five Copies.
That was all, but 1t was enough to
melt Mr.. Bowser and send a warm
glow through him.
Understand IS said the agent, I'VE
make no charge for this-none what
ever. II you feel that you would like
several of the books. however. they
will cost you So a volume. No one Is
obliged to buy. The notices will so In
lust the same. Have I got the facts
rightT"
eyes" was the tesitating reply.
"And do you wish to elaborate on
them"
"N-o."
Every well. I will bid you good
evening, and I thank you for your
courtesy"
Hold on a minute" said Mr.. Bow
ser as the agent rose to depart. !
think / will want about five Of those
books"
Eyes? 1 will put you down for FIVE.
Our rules are cash in advance. / Will
write you a receipt for the money, and
I hope you will get special photo
graph for us. II you desire to make
any changes please communicate with
Chicago"
Cheaper Offer to Butcher.
Mr.. Bowser returned to the sitting
room with a pleased smile on his face
and the receipt In his hand, and after
strutting up and down for FIVE min
utes he communicated the affair to
Mrs. Bowser.
Eyes, 1 thought so," she quietly re
piled. you'd better go over and see
our butcher"
what has our butcher got to dc
with itT'
"Well, when I was In there the othel
day this same agent was trying t
induce him to have his biography pub
lished, but he only asked him dollar
a volume for them"
MIR. Bowser looked at her minute
and then his face began to pale and
his hair to curl. without word he
put on his hat and left the house.
Howssr Hot on Trail.
The butcher was In his shop. There
was a private confidential confab last
ing ten minutes, and then Mr.. Bowsel
disappeared A few minutes later the
butcher himself appeared at the Bow
ser residence and smilingly said te
Mrs. Bowser:
II am requested to tell you tina,
IAyour husband Is on the trail of the
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going for the country at q gait OF
eight miles an hour. think MT
Bowser intends to pursue him for al
least 10000 miles II necessary, and II
| he isn't home for month or two you
needn't worry"
And while Mrs. Bowser and the cal
turned out the lights and went tt
| bed the villain was still pursued. Al
midnight she was aroused by tele
phone call, and on going to the instru
ment q voice inquired:
els this Mrs. Bowser7"
"Yes. What is it7"
II am a farmer living twenty-five
miles from the city. Bowser stopped
here a few minutes ago and asked me
to call you up and tell you that Ink 1
Roller was still a mile ahead OF hin
and running strong, but that ther'
was every hope of his overhauling ant
numbering him before daylight. Goot
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