The Lexington dispatch. [volume] (Lexington, South Carolina) 1870-1917, 1913-05-21
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eyes were rolling.
"Who, called me?" she demanded,
looking from one to the other.
do you seer asked Mr. Bowser as
he turned to his wife.
who called and said that my mother
died at s o'clockT' shouted Bridget as
she waved both dish and cloth.
MY dear woman. did you ever hear
Of wireless telegraphy?" soothingly
asked Mr. Bowser as be laid hand
on her arm.
Never, sir. and II it was you that
said my poor mother was dead and you
were glad of it I'm out Of this house in
two minutes: have never lived In
the family Of Villain yet. and with
the help Of heaven / never will"
He spent tifteess minutes trying to
explain. the fair to ber. and she final
|. " decided to hang on far day or two
longer. When she bad retired to her
domain Mr. Rowser consoled himself
by saying:
II ought to have remembered that she
didn't know putty from pepper. You
must admit that my system Is sue
cess. however
.:...Eessyour yell couh have been heard
"a block away. .asrephed' Mrs: %Rowser:;
but cont consider it real test at
all. You'd have to have a roar like
forty bulls to drive the sound waves
ten or fifteen miles"
That shows all you know about it.
How far is it from our back door TO
the rear of the 6at fronting the next
street,"
"A hundred feet, maybe"
well. ] know a man named Jones
on the third foor III so down into
the yard and send him message. and
you'll hear no forty bulls voices about
it."
Another Demonstration.
Three minutes later Mr. BowSer had
reached his tatioh In voice hardly
above a whisper he sent his clear tie
track wave ahead by calling:
Jones! Jones! All. there, Jones:
Say. Jones, do you hear me-"
II Jones did there was no sign Of it.
but Mr.. Dowser weiit on with the mes
sage:
':Tell Jones that know where ne
was last night. but III keep mup
about it.
Then he lifted his roice trif1e for
the driving wuye, aud the whole thing
was supposed to he rolling in Oh Jones
through wall ur window when an OLD
tin pail struck Mr. Bowser in the stom-
ach, Il piece Of coal found resting
place on his chin and bottles and cans
hit all around him and voices cried out:
Peg him aS'in: It's old Bowser out
throwing poison to our cats and dogs"
Come into the house with your tin
horn foolery If you don't want 10 be
killed dead" shonted the cook as she
reached outdoors for him. and Afr. Bow
ser felt the wind Of an Old demijohD
as be backed into u place OF safety.
The won,:ln squared of with her hands
on her hips and began about her dead
mo- .her anew. but Mr.. BowSer passed
upstairs without word. Mrs. BOwSer
sat reading and trying to look uncon-
cerned. but he marched up to her and
shouted:
Woman. this is your revenge. but
don't chuckle too soon. Instead OF dis
coulayinS me YOU have made me
desperate man."
He Retires In Disgust.
Did yOli call up JoneS: she limo
Gently queried
ZONES? Jones? What the deuce
have got TO do with Jones? l'm talk
ing of would be murderers and as
saSSinS. Woman. this is the climax!
Tomorrow morning We'll have the law
yerS here. III have the papers ready
for EN-. i now retire to the library.
and it any one asks for me tell 'em
that it WAS your assassin hand that
struck the fatal blow"'
And how many sound waves will it
take to tell them:"
He glared ut her
And if you want the last to be
drive wave you'd better leave the
horn
He gurgled. but words would not
come
u stand on my heels when | shout.
don't II"
"Wo-womans'
II hope it doesn't snap my corset
strings"
Gestures. hut no words.
''rhe neXt invention must be some
thing TO help you dodge bottles and
cans Go on. Mr. RowSer; ] will help
YOU 10 fame au,i Glory"
He had neither knife nor gun, and he
Welt
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