The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1914-11-12


The liquid honeycombed it and threw
out lanyard odor, but there was no
melting.
"What seems to be the matter?"
Mrs. Bowser finally queried.
IL may not have put enough on"
replied Mr.. Bowser as he renewed the
sop with liberal hand. There can't
be any mistake in the mixing, and the
thing is bound to work. Can't you
keep that blamed cat away"
The cat was chased away, and there
was another painful period of waiting.
The ice could be heard cracking, and
it freckled up like a schoolma'am in
summer, but there was no melting.
"Perhaps the discovery only alluded
to very soft snow" suggested Mrs.
Bowser
"Soft snow be hangedv' he shouted.
Il tell you this thing is all right. The
stuff 1 put in cost $3.50, and it's bound
to work.
"Then why don't it work? And if
it cost $3.50 for two pailfuls,. how are
you going to remove snow for a cent
a ton? I hope you have got good
thing, but it strikes me-
ooh, yes; you are always being
struckr' he interrupted. "And this
very minute you are hoping I will
make a failure of this thing. But 1
won't. though Perhaps it needs more
stirring"
He seized the stick and stirred and
swirled and poked, and again the
chunk of ice was doped. The smell
was ranker. but that was the only re-
suit.
''Perhaps the dying sailor left the
wrong manuscript" said Mrs. Bowser
quietly. by way Of breaking the pain
full silence.
"Why don't he take a teakettle OF
hot water to melt it," Queried the
cook.
by the living lingo, but she'll work
or bustv' shouted Mr.. Bowser as
wave of anger surged over him.
"Stand back there and gimme more
room!
He seized the barrel with a strong
grip and upended it over the chunk of
ice and then gave it kick that sent
it flying across the yard. Mrs. Bow
ser and the cook had retreated to
safe distance but the cat had advanc-
ed to satisfy her feline curiosity. AS
the barrel went rolling the cat scream
ed out and began jumping up and
h,1f IN l,o1
from jumping to a wild career about
the yard.
"You ought to be ashamed to kick a
cat!" exclaimed Mrs. Bowser as the
cavorting went on.
II never kicked her!' he replied.
What in thunder can all her? Gimme
a club till drive her over the fencev'
He was looking about for weapon
when he gave a sudden start. Then
he uttered an exclamation and tried
to lift both feet off the ground at
once. Then he kicked off his shoes
and seemed to start in pursuit of the
cat, and he had circled the yard twice
before Mrs. Bowser and the cook grab
bed him.
"Water-a pail of water-my feet!
he howled, and as soon as the water
was drawn he plunged his feet into
the pail
''Now, then, will you explain this cir
cus?' asked Mrs. Bowser as a look of
relief came to his face.
"The acid got to my feet" he replied.
nf
The cat must have stepped into a pud-
die of it"
Mrs. Bowser got out the bottle OF
sweet oil and some rags, and the bis
tered feet were made comforta BILE, and
their sole owner and proprietor hob
bled upstairs and stretched himself
out on the lounge. Mrs. Bowser hadn't
called him lunatic or an idiot. but
he felt that he had lost prestige and
must regain it. She was still cud-
ding him when he sat up and pointed
a finger at her and hoarsely whis-
pered:
"Woman, l understand ALP
AL about melting snow?" she inno-
Gently asked.
Cali about why my experiment was
a failure. Don't seek to hide your
guilt by looking at me in that bold
faced way. While l was gone to the
drug store you sneaked down and put
salt or ashes or vinegar or something
into that barrel"
How foolish of your
THAT will do! Denials are useless
You can go home to your mother by
the 1920 train tomorrow, and my law
yer will notify you of the legal steps
1 take. Woman, avaunt and leave
your victim to die in peacer'
And, having squared himself and &C.
counted for the failure of his expert
ment, Mr.. Bowser drew up his legs
and fell into peaceful slumber