The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1913-01-11

| overdone; left the house in what
seemed a happy frame of mind, and
when he returned to dinner he
brought no new fad with him. He
sat down and read a book nearly all
| the evening, and when I showed him
| the gas bill that had been handed in
| during the day he remarked that it
was very moderate for the time of
year. 1 looked at him in amazement,
but he smiled in return. Two politi-
clans called to ask him to run for
mayor, but he quietly refused, and
would not even go to the nearest sa-
loon to talk matters over. He COM
plimented me on the way manage
the house, and inquired If my pin
money was sufficient to carry me
along. 1 wonder if anything is going
to happen?
Tuesday-No kicks in the morning
no kicks at breakfast The coffee
was surely a little off, but Mr.. Bow
ser said nothing about firing the
cook through the window. He wore
his old hat away by mistake, but he
did not come home and blow me up
about it. I was rather expecting to
see him bring home q fire escape, a
burglar alarm or new idea in medl-
cine chests, but he brought me box
of candy instead. The cook has OBJ
served his singular change, and is
getting nervous over it. She says she
had an uncle who made just such
sudden change and died within the
week. No kicks during the evening.
We played euchre, and 1 beat him
eight games out of ten, but he did
not call me a scoundrel and cheat.
Indeed, he frankly acknowledged that
1 was too much for him. A fal1ir
called at a late hour to try to sell
Mr.. Bowser a snide watch, but he
wasn't even threatened. L have al
most a mind to consult the family
doctor about the case.
Wednesday-Sti no kicks as he got
out of bed. AS he came down to break
fast I saw the cat look at him in a
strange way, and the cook was really
Illustrated. No kicks over breakfast.
AS he went away he said he would
bring home tickets for the theater,
and he left me dumb with astonish-
ment. 1 felt a premonition of coming
disaster all day, and when street boy
threw a stone and broken window,
got ready to face the inevitable.
There was no inevitable, however.
When Mr.. Bowser came home he said
that such accidents were liable to hap
pen at any time, and that l mustn't
worry over it. In going to the theater
we had to stand up in the car, and
were elbowed and jostled, and the con-
ductor beat us out of Is cents in max
ing change, but Mr.. Bowser made no
kick He was much interested in the
play, and when we returned home he
said he didn't know when he had
spent such a pleasant evening. 1 was
delighted, of course, but yet 1 felt a
chill at my heart. Something awful is
surely going to happen.
Thursday Morning. got up before
Mr. Bowser was awake and deliberate
" hid his socks in order to hear that
old familiar kick from him, but it
didn't, come. He kept looking until he
found them, and then laughingly re-
marked that the rats must have been
frisking with them. I charged the
cook to overdo his breakfast egg, but
he did not seem to notice it. 1 scat
tered five or six clothes-pins in the
front. hall, expecting him to break out
about reckless extravaganza and the
poorhouse, but he smiled blandly as
he walked over them. I called to see
the family doctor during the after
noon, but he could not clear up the
mystery. He had known such sudden
changes to mean death within a few
days, and he advised me to be watch
full. When Mr.. Bowser came home