The labor journal. [volume] (Everett, Wash.) 1909-1976, 1913-02-07

jumped down and looked at Mrs.
| Bowser in an inquiring way. She re-
ceived shake of the head in Il reply
and walked over and sat down under
the piano to await coming events. Mr..
BOWser had won his point without loss
Of too much dignity and he smiled as
he sopped the dye over his scanty
locks. He had paid So for that spe-
tiai preparation and the eminent ton
Soliai artist had guaranteed that the
results would be almost immediate.
Not more than ten minutes had passed
when Il change could be seen and the
bottle and Bowser went downstairs
together. Mrs. BowSer was reading
and had no remarks to make, and it
was ten minutes before she raised her
| eyes and took Il look ut the dyed hair.
As she did she gave Il start of sur
prise and choled back an exclamation.
whats the matter with you?' asked
Mr. Bowser.
"I-I-nothingr"
"You jumped as if something had
bitten you. DO you see any difference
in my hair?"
81 think will go upstairs. My head
aches
"Got another cold probably" he
growIed as she left the room.
shes also bit mad about this
hair dye. I'll take look in the glass
md
Those white hairs had not turned
black, but a queer brindle, and Mrs.
Bowser had realized that she must get
out or explode. One look in the glass
| jumped Mr.. Bowser foot high, and
rs he came down on his heels he
| yelled:
1T can't be! 1t can't be! l must
have dirt in my eyes!"
| But the color of the hair was the
color of brindle COW, and when he
had satisfied himself of the fact his
heart stood still for minute. Then a
great wave of relief came.
IT'S simply the first change, of
course" he whispered. "One more APP
plication and it will be black. What
fool was to get scared!
He wasn't over three minutes in put
ting on another coat, and he held his
head to the hot air register to dry the
dye the quicker. When he Strengthened
up and took another look in the glass
his hair was no longer brindle, but the
color of yellow dog.
by thunder! BY thunder!' was all
he could say as he stood staring at
himself, and the cat was rolling over
the floor in Mysteries.
Hope came again, however. There
was probably three ply hair dye-brin-
die, yellow and black. The third APP
plication would take ten years off his
age by bringing out the true gloss. 1t
was made and dried in, and Mr.. Bow
ser consulted the glass again. What
he saw reflected was head of celery
green color, and what Mrs. Bowser
heard was such a yell of fury and de-
spair that she was sure the piano must
have lifted up one of its legs. Some
one seemed to be kicking over chairs
and chasing the cat about few min
utes, and then there was the silence of
death. She waited for half an hour
and then slipped downstairs. The cat
lay on the floor as If dead. and Mr.
Bowser was on his knees on the floor
before a footbath full of soapsuds. He
was seeking to restore his gray hairs
and his old age, and as he soaped his
green locks he muttered:
81 will see that eminent tonsorial
artist tomorrow. I'll take him by the
throat and l will cry 'Ha, ha, haF and l
will squeeze the life out of his lying,
swindling carcass and trample on his
quivering hearth
Mrs. Bowser Weeps.
And the cat lifted her head and
chuckled, and Mrs Bowser softly re-
treated to her room.
At breakfast next morning, as MIR.
Bowser didn't look very fierce, he was
asked:
Isn't there law to punish such
swindlers?"
What do you refer TOT" he asked as
innocent as yearling babe.
"Why, that barber"
"What barberY
''The one that sold you the hair dyer?
"Humph. | don't understand you.
You kicked around great deal last
night. and you must have been dream
ing of a barber shop"
"But you brought home hair dye"
! "Must have been for you, then,