The Lexington dispatch. [volume] (Lexington, South Carolina) 1870-1917, 1913-06-11

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aeoup4e o. shampe who were 1aeshg
about between the bouse and the CO..
nes. When he explained what he
wanted and his willingness g pay
they both eheerfuily aeeonpahsed hia.
AZ they stood with their backs DO The
range In the kitchen and hungriiy eyed
the rematns Of dinner he took their
temperature and pronounced 4 normal.
and then escorted them 10 the back
yard. There were SNOW banks against
the fence. and be selected positions
and sat them down. 1t was a keen.
cold night. one made to order for such
an experiment
'Now. then" said Mr.. BowseT A all
was ready. Il take it that yoa feel
coldr
I'VE dor replied the men in chorus
through their chattering teeth.
THAT Is splendid I estimate that
there is difference Of at least 40 de
grees between your temperature and
that Of the weather. You will now
each Of you take lozenge In your
mouth and let it slowly dissolve IB
two minutes your blood ought to be
the same temperature as the weather.
In five you ought to imagine that rob-
ins are singing and daisies blooming
around you"
The Experiment.
As Mr.. Bowser wasn't experiment.
ing on himself. he discreetly retired to
the warm atmosphere Of the kitchen
and took his stand at a window. He
had scarcely begun his observations
when one of the tramps rolled over
and began to kick like horse tangled
up in his harness. while the other
sprang to his feet and spat and splut-
tered and coughed and crammed his
mouth full of STOW.
What are you fellows up to?' shout
ed Mr.. Bowser. as be rushed out.
They gave him no heed. They seem
ed to be acrobats let loose. and they
went through more antics than as If
they had picked up dozen hot horse
shoes. It las Eve minutes before
either Of them could speak. and then
one cooled his mouth with an icicle
hanging to the clothesline and slut
tered:
seB-b-boss. what s-s-sort Of a g-s-game
is this?"
eyes. what sort Of g-g-game?' add
ed the other as a SNOWFALL melted in
his mouth.
Its no game at all. It's an eS
pertinent as told you. What have
you done with those lozenges?"
"S-s-spit 'em out, durn ye!'
Eyes: s-s-spit 'em out!'
"But you mustn't do it These are
to raise the temperature Of your blood
until it equals the temperature Of the
atmosphere IF you'd kept on sucking
the lozenges you'd have been perspir'
ing by this time Sit down and try
It again"
eowser Is Bested. .
'sBill," said the first as he continued
to eat snow and draw in long breaths
of the frosty air, ''does 1t look like
cold blooded attempt to burn up the
vitals of two respectable gents?"
TT do, Sam. it dor
'And by burnin' up our vitals take
away our appetitesT
That's the gamer
'If was playing any game would |
promise you a quarter apieceT asked
MI. Bowser.
"It's my solemn opinyun that ye
wor!d"'
That's our solemn opinyun!'
Mr.. Bowser was about to protest and
Increase his cash offers when the two
gentlemen with burned vitals fell upon
him. The three went down together,
and Mrs. Bowser, looking from back
window, and the cook and cat, looking
from back door. could see nothing for
the next two minutes for the cloud Of
snow in the air. Then the two tramps
detached themselves from the circus
and climbed the yard fence, and the
household went out to look for Mr..
Bowser. There were thousands Of
traces Of him at hand. but it took
three minutes to discover his actual
presence and dig it out from under
the snow. He had been thumped and
kicked and choked, but life bad not
departed. He soon rallied and sat up.
and after being helped to his feet he
made his woozy way to the kitchen
and thence upstairs. He did not ask
what had happened, and Mrs. Bowser
gave him a rest Of fifteen minutes on
the lounge before she said:
81 suppose the government ought to
be notified at once. and if you don't
feel we'll can do it myself"
An ugly glare, followed by gritting
Of his teeth. and it was ten minutes
before she observed:
tI've told the cook to heat some
witch hazel to wash off the blood Do
you wish for any temperature?"
But Mr. Bowser had grow weary Of
north mole weather and fallen asleep