The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1913-03-08
dry lips with his tongue.

| dry lips with his tongue
yes sir straight to you. The other
night YOU found a tramp at the door,
| and because I wouldn't give him any
| thing to eat you went on for an hour
about my stony heart. 1 want to hear
nothing more in that line. Cut Off your
cigars and wine and leave the money
in the house to be given out to tramps.
1 shall give or not, just as elect.
But I am telling you
Never mind what you are telllng!
You have always meddled more or less
with the help problem. L want you TO
stop it. I know more in minute ABOUT
managing a girl than you know IN
wear. When I fail with one you may
butt in
but you don't beat them SO they
want to stay
us in the last year, and it was all owing
to your hen-huzzy ways. Each one mas
told me so. They don't want and won {
have you lollylopping around the kltch-
en- and telling how sorry you are tnat
they can't be seated in the parlor play
ing on the piano. say want you
to quit itf'
Mr.. RoWser turned as white as snow,
and his knees gave under him as he
rose I'D.
'.And this finding fault with your
meals has got to come to SUDDEN
STOP" continued Mrs. Bowser. If you
BILE give me more money and We IL
live on the rarest luxuries. I have only
so much per week to buy with ana IL
1 spend a dime extra there is a now
from you. You must cut it out. There
are boarding houses in plenty down
the street"
And this is Mrs. Bowser, and she is
talking to me!' he gasped as he looked
at the cat and then around the room
to see if he had possibly made any
mistake. There was moments 81
lence and then Mrs. Bowser continued;
you were speaking about putting in
two evenings a week at your clubs.
You never attend one of them that you
don't come home at least SO worse
off in pocket, and on some occasions
you have dropped as high as SIS at
poker. In the first place, you don
know the game, and in the next we are
going to the theater once per week
during the rest of the season. You
can cut out one Of your clubs
Mrs. Bowser,' he whispered as he
looked a bit scared, land 1 am Mr..
Bowser?'
You surely are"
1.-THE Bowser who runs things?''
mo, sir. You are the Bowser whose
wife runs things! There's new deal
on hand. Perhaps you had better take
a walk and think things over You
look as if your mind was all tied up
in knotsI''
Mr.. Bowser walked down the hall like
one in a dream and put on his hat
and overcoat. Then he went out and
walked rT. and down. Men spoke to
him, and boys threw snowballs at him
from across the street, but with low
cred eyes and bent head he continued
to walk. The snow crunched under his
feet, the north wind blew, and the dead
limbs of the shade trees ratified against
each other over his head, but he walk
ed and walked and whispered to him
self:
eff I am Mr.. Bowser, what am I do
ing here? If I am not. then what has
become of him and who the devil am
I?'
And the north wind sighed and
moaned and seemed to echo the words,
who the devil am 1?''-Copyright'
1918, by the Associated Literary Press
81 do not think people should get mar
ried until they are thoroughly acquainted
with each other" what would you do
! abolish matrimony ?''-Judge.