The Kennewick courier. [volume] (Kennewick, Wash.) 1905-1914, 1913-01-10
worth Of corn and 81 900 worth Of DO

of oats and hay should bring the grand
total of income up to $4,000 a year.
1t may fall a thousand short or run
over by that amount. Say that the ex-
penses take half of the income and we
have nice plum left. Yes, my dear,
| have no sort of hesitation in saying
that we get the pure country air the
year round. with sliding down hill on
a hand sled in winter and listening to
the lowing of the kline in summer and
come out $1,000 a year ahead of the
game. 4 Cripple Creek gold mine may
pay little better, but shall be salts
fed with the farm"
Yes, it looks like a good thing"
unused Mrs. Bowser.
''Of course it does, and can yoU
that it will prove so? l may have
picked up few fads in ny tine, but
can you call this fad? You were a
country girl. and you know a good deal
about farming, and you must acknowl-
edge that this is a straight business
deal Have | got the income too high?"
perhaps not
"Do figure the profits too high?"
81 cane say that you do"
"Then there are the fifteen years add
ed to my life. One dl1sEt like to fig
ure dollars and cenr$ a.,ainst his life,
but shouldn't we SCI II down that my
life is worth at least $1,000 a year to
the family?'
"You might figure it at far more than
that, If at ALL"
We'll, then, let us sum up, IS the
lawyers say. Here l am, past the
prime of life and afflicted with rheum-
atism and bronchitis and asthma. Life
on farm renews my youth and cures
my complaints. Isn't that pleasant
beginning!'
ut surely is"
He Thrills For the Farm.
"Then we have the free and indie
pendent life Of q farmer-the glorious
sunrises, the gorgeous sunsets, the fit
ting of the bluebirds by day, the boot
of the owls at night, the gentle rains,
the balmy breezes, everything that one
can ask for in life. Mrs. BoWser, it
gives me thrills when | think of it. l
can hardly wait for the morning to
come that l may be off and buy me
farm. Would you like to go along with
me?'
eve will see when morning comes"
she answered
81 think you will get up with the
same enthusiastic feeling l have and
that by night we shall have things all
settled. Now. then. have you got any
criticism to make?"
"None at ALL"
But | expected you'd have a hun
dred. You generally get at it and tear
all my plans to pieces and try to make
out that I'm fool. So you've nothing
to say?"
"Just : U-ord. Our butcher, you
know, cam in off a farm last year.
after filling the soil for at least fifteen
years. He must know all about farm
and can give you lots of pointers. The
evening is early yet, and why don't
You go over and talk with him for a
few minutes"
"By John. but that would be a good
idea!"
at would be a good idea, Mr.. Bows
err. Just give him your figures as you
gave them to me, and let him go over
them. They say he's smart, shrewd
man"
Enter the Butcher.
Mr.. Bowser set out with the springy
step of man Of thirty, and his rheu-
matiSm and bronchitis were forgotten
for the hour. The butcher was about
to close his shop for the evening, but
he took Mr.. Bowser into his private
Office and listened to his story. He
neither sighed nor smiled. He simply
sat and stared at sample sausage
stutfing machine left him that day for
trial and did not open his lips until
the story Of life in the country, illus
trated with cuts of bullfrogs. blue
birds. hay stacks and cornfields was re-
lated Then he rose up and asked:
"Mr Bowser, do you want my hon
est opinion on all this?"
''Why. of course"
AAANii = - CIV IL W SOh otiuiSHt. ~
Is the dream of jackass! If it wasn't
for the good sense Of your wife as a
counterbalance you'd be in an idiot asy-
lumr'
Exit Mr.. Bowser.
| What Mr.. Bowser said In reply and
in as many languages as he could think
Of took some little time and was worth
the price of admission. but the butcher
had nothing to retract and finally got
, the door closed on his caller Five min
utes later as Mrs. Bowser peered from
the front window she saw Mr.. Bow
! ser returning. His gait was wabbly
and his arms fiinging about. He ar
rived at the gate to kick it open, and
his feet dragged as he assembled the
steps. The cat had returned some min
utes before, the club having adjourned
after two lively scraps. and as the door
opened he ran forward to meet Mr..
Bowser and be Rugged. Instead of
I that he was seized by the tail, and as
he was being swung around the head
of the agriculturst Mrs. Bowser was
greeted with the hOarse exclamation:
/ Woman, see through your little