The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1913-06-07
BOWSER HAS A HUNCH.
And 1t Turned Out to Be a True
One.


Soon after eating dill pickle with
his lunch the other day Mr.. Bowser be-
I gan to have bunch.
If you are in doubt as to what the
word signifies see a dictionary.
He carried his bunch all the after
noon.
1t boarded the street car with him
for home.
1t got off at his corner with him.
1t paused at the gate with him while
he said to himself:
Its a bunch that that darned old
motherin-law of mine has arrived. If
she has, and she gives me any chin
music, may heaven have mercy on her
SOUL
The bunch hadn't lied Size was there,
and first thing she said was:
'S-h-h-h! Sarah is in bed with one
of her headaches
"She is, chi" he exclaimed. when
left the house this morning, Mrs. Bow
ser was as chirp as a cricket. Mighty
funny that a headache should flop her
into bed all at once!'
There's nothing funny about it."
promptly replied the mother-in-law.
.'She had a nervous headache, and 1 told
her to go to bed. She looks to me as
if her nerves were all racked to pieces,
and she ought to go home with me for
a year"
all right-as right as mine. She's prob
ably been sloshing around in the rain
and got her feet wet, and if so she
will get no pity from me-"
You are not asked nor expected to
pity her, sir, and if you want any din
ner you'd better eat it now. 1 found
the cook very lazy and impudent and
trying to run things to suit herself, and
therefore 1 discharged her. I've man
aged to cook little something myself,
however"
"You-you discharge the cook at an
hours notice. he exclaimed with flush
ed face.
81 did,
Mr.. Bowser sat down. to the table,
with his gorge in his throat. The moth
er-in-law had thrown down the gaunt-
let and he had picked it up.
ut is a picked up dinner she ex-
planned as she brought it from the
kitchen. This is one Of my Irish
stews, and I know you'll like it"
"a stew for dinner" he gasped as his
eyes began to roll.
Certainly, and not much besides. but
If it's good enough for me it's good
enough for you. I've heard about your
finding fault with your dinners, but you
can either eat this or let it alone. When
a man gets the idea that house is run
for his benefit only, it's time he was
brought to book"
Mr.. Bowser meant to jump up and
pound on the table and declare that he
wouldn't eat Irish stew for dinner If
he had to starve to death; but to his
intense surprise, he not only chung to
his chair, but actually found himself
eating the stew. There was something
in the icy glare of the woman that
had a restraining influence on his i'm
petuosity. The coffee was weak and
the potatoes UNDERGONE, and he had
opened his mouth to declare that he
wouldn't ask hog to such a meal,
when the mother-in-law fastened her
eyes on him and said:
You just keep quiet and be thankful
for what you'--e got ~ known hus-
bands to make a dinner on raw tur-
nips."
The pudding was favored with
vanilla. and had Mrs Bowser been there
Mr.. Bowser would have made her heart
ache for a month. but those icy eyes
checked his outbreak and even COM
PEELED him to eat rather generously It
was only when dinner was finished and
they had returned to the sitting room
that he determined to shake off the in
cubus and assert his independence.