The Wahpeton times., 1914-12-24
CLINT Of pounded glass in Ills eyes. but
he held on to himself and simnlv sa,d.

shnt OF pounded glass in his eyes, but
ne neld on to himself and simply said:
Go on. woman-go onm
well, in the first act the widow do.
mands that you sing a song. She
stands you up on Il table. and vou
sing. Mr.. Bowser. even If YOU could
turn yourself into bandylegged little
man, what about the singing? The
heuse would either be convulsed with
laughter or rise up and lombard you
of the stage~
Il understand. Anything else?"
Let me see. In the second act Won
are brought onto the stage in band.
box. You might possibly get one foot
into bandbox. but what about the
rest Of your body?. The widow dis
covers you. and you are put into era
die and rocked to sleep to the tune Of
'Mary's Little Lamb l want to be
there. / want to see you in the era
dle!'
"Have you finished with your in
sults?" hoarsely inquired Mr.. Bowser
as every individual hair above his ears
stood on end.
LET me look. There seems to be an
other woman In the play, and she
wants to marry you. While you are
seated at the table in high chair and
the Widow Winkle has gone out to
get you some bread and butter with
sugar on it the villainess comes In
through the woodshed and steals you
and carries you of under her arm.
oh, Mr.. Bowser, It would be too funny
too
For three minutes Mrs. Bowser laugh.
ed and cried by turns. but Mr.. Bowser
never made gesture or opened his
lips. He simply stared at her with
large and varied assortment Of cold
blooded murder in each eye. When
che could control herself she took up
the parts again and said:
Haven't you noticed that after you
have been stolen away the woman
dresses you up as girl to escape de.
lection? You are supposed to be a
dear, sweet little miss of twelve, who
kneels down by her trundle bed every
night and says, Now lay me down
to Sleep can see you in your night
dress, with your hands clasped and a
heavenly look on your face. You'll
make great hit. Mr.. Bowser, and
you'll have hundreds of offers to play
the part of Little Eva afterward. Well,
let's 60 to work. I'll help you all I
can"
"Woman!' gasped Mr.. Bowser, after
several efforts, during which his knees
knocked together.
"Yes," gently replied Mrs. Bowser.
He wanted to 60 on, but he couldn't
There was bone in his throat and
sparks danced before his eyes. Apo
plexy might have come in another min
ute but for Mrs. Bowser's action. She
rose up and took him by the arm an(
led him to the lounge and aided hin
to stretch out. Then she put the cam
phor bottle to his nose and gently rub
bed his forehead. In about ten min
utes the threatened attack passe,
away, and he sat up with the intention
Of asserting his dignity and self re
spect and humbling her to the dust.
"You have ridiculed me! You hav
insulted mew' he thickly exclaimed
I but she seized the arm with which b
was gesturing and pressed it dowl
patted him on the head in a wifel
way and as he sank back on th
lounge and closed his eyes and groal
ed in despair she said:
"Poor Mr.. Bowser! There is. \
doubt he was born for an actor, b,
the part of little Dobbins is not fl
him, not for him! Some other tim
but not this timer
A Wonderful Animal.