Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1914-08-13

Bowser started to help him to his feet,
but he waved her away and struggled
up. For half Il minute he stood before
her unable to speak. Then he. hoarse-
ly exclaimed:
woman, go to your room before l
do something desperate!"
But what have l done?" she asked.
you couldn't expect to rock in a
chair with
"Well, you go"!' he shouted as he
pointed to the door.
New Worlds to Conquer.
She went, and Mr.. Bowser sat down
on the lounge to recover himself. For
the first five minutes he was ready to
admit that he had Numbered about the
| rocker and bookcase doors. Then he
determined never to admit it as long
as life was left in his body. Those
doors SHOULD hang that way, and that
chair should be left as it was forever
and forever, or at least until Mrs.
Bowser begged his forgiveness. Then
he felt better and decided to do some
more repairing. 1t was the cooks
night out, and he descended to the
kitchen to look around. He family
remembered that something had been
said a week or two before about a wa
ter pipe which had broken from its
fastening to the wall. He soon found
it. a couple of screws had worked
loose and the pipe had bent down.
"A plumber would come up here and
fool around two days" mused Mr..
Bowser, land I'd get a bill for about
81 on a job which won't take me over
three minutes"
There could be no blunder on that
job. The water pipe could not be
turned end for end or taken out doors
or down cellar. 1t was simply to lift
it up and replace the screws in their
original holes. On hands and knees
Mr.. Bowser crawled under the sink
and got q firm hold of the pipe and
heaved on it. He had heard of a lead
pipe cinch. but had never had one be-
fore. A plumber would have coddled
that pipe and used it gently, but Mr..
Bowser had no soft solder in mind.
There was a heave and a burst, and a
gallon of water. having a pressure Of
fourteen pounds to the cubic inch.
struck him full in the face.
Mr.. Bowser, Flood Refugee.
He hadn't uttered but one yell when
the second gallon followed suit, and
as he rolled out from under the sink
water followed him by the barrel.
His hcave OH that pipe had broken it.
The water didn't come out in one
single Jet, but in half Il dozen, and for
Il time each and every ono of them hit
Mr.. BowSer.
He was like Il crowned rat before
he could get away. aMl the Kitchen
t:0or was inches deep with water. Mrs.
BoWser haNrl the Whoop he uttered
when the first gallon struck him, and
she came running downstairs as Mr..
Bowser disappeared out of the front
door. There was 4 plumber shop two
blocks away. and he was headed for
it. He left a wake of wetness as he
ran and pedestrians shouted at him
and policemen tried to stop him, but
he got there to find the place locked
up. He ran to another and another
with the same result. and it was not
until a policeman got him by the neck
that any explanations were made.
Then a messenger was sent to the
water office. and at Il late hour the
water Was shut off. Meanwhile it wa
flooding the Bowser basement and eel
lar, and a crowd assembled to learn
particulars. 1t was midnight when all
was over. Then came Mr.. Bowser's
opportunity. He stood before Mrs.
Bowser in all his wetness and began:
give hundred dollars damages and
three hours of uproar, and you are to
blame for It. Woman. this is the end!
Your conspiracy
But Mrs. Rowser advanced and took
him by the arms, turned him around
and pointed to the stairs. He hest
tated for a moment and then began TO
climb, and while she and the cook
worked at the flooded kitchen he slept
like a lamb.
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