The Brattleboro daily reformer. (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1913-1955, 1915-01-21

q book and seemed TO have no interest
In bis proceedings. he determined to 60
1t alone After half an hour. however,
and just as his stew bad begun to boil,
she came into the kitchen to ask;
What are you going to put into tho
beer TO make 1t work?'
"How workT'
why, it's got TO ferment or it won't
have any life in It. / believe they use
yeast, but we haven't got any,"
he suddenly remembered TO have
heard about yeast in connection with
root beer; but, vexed at his own stu
pidity. he wouldn't give in.
People who want yeast in their root
beer can have it." he said rs be stirred
up the fire anew. II am making a root
beer to please myself"
He had a dim idea that an hours
boiling ought to extract all the virtue
from the roots; but, not being sure OF
IL, he kept the fire going for two, and
every time the mess in the kettle thick
ened up he poured in more water. st
length be decided that the stuff was
ready to ladle into the tub TO cool, bur
the work wasn't half finished when
wasn't fit for pig TO drink. BE
wasn't going to admit it to Mrs. Bow
ser, however, and he was sitting around
and wondering how he could set out
of it without loss OF prestige when she
reappeared and asked:
is the beer all rigIt?''
How could it be otherwise?' he re-
Piled
"well, I'm glad of it 1 think you
really need a tonic. When are you GO
ing to begin drinking itT'
Right off, now" be said as be rose
up aud got a cup and walked to the
tub.
The first swallow Of the stuff almost
lifted Mr.. Bowser OF the ground. but
he knew that Mrs. Bowser was closely
watching him. and he made no sign.
The second made his hair curl; but,
bracing his feet and trying hard 20
look pleased, he exclaimed:
"Ah! That goes right to the spot
That's the genuine stuff I've been ach-
ing for"
Good, is it," queried Mrs. Bowser.
''Next thing TO nectar. I've tasted
forty different kinds of root beer, but
this
What is it?" she asked as be hump
ed himself up like q calf in a snow
storm and bulged out his eyes.
"But this beats 'em an he finished
with a great effort and sat down be-
side her. In the morning III barrel
it up and have my own nectar on tap"
Mr.. Bowser lied about that He
meant to upset the tub and spill every
drop before he went TO bed and lay il
On the cats, but he didn't propose TO
90 back on his own root beer with
Mrs. Bowser watching him. Then a
sudden spasm seized him, and he grew
white and groaned:
Say, believe I've been poisoned by
. that internal stuffr'
- ''No. Why, you said It was nectRrI7
% Nectar be hanged I'm doubling I'D
with pains in my stomach Gee whizl
70 What shall dof"
Mr.. Bowser. root beer never hurts
- anybody" she said, with her hand on
III his back. Didn't you fall from a
l treeT'
"Fanf Tree? Woman, am fooi7
= tell you I'm a dead man: | must
have STEPPED up some poisonous roots.
" Great Scotti"
ie Mrs. Bowser got him into the sitting
room and on the lounge. a mustard
plaster was laid across him, the cam
u phor bottle was held to his nose. aud
she rubbed his feet and hands alter
q nately and dosed him with castor oil
She insisted that lie must have had 4
u sunstroke, or had been hit by an auto
=, mobile, and twice she offered to go out
:, and bring him a quart of nectar if h'
- felt thirsty. He simply groaned IN re
:. ply and now and then fetched shiyel
which made his toes crack. 1t wa.
= midnight before the pain disappears
and be fell asleep, and Mrs. Bowse
~ reused him up and got him 10 bed
- Next morning he seemed TO be 81
right, and as they sat down TO break
-, fast she fooIishly said:
= when | went out to look at you
"a root beer l found four dead cats lyiD;
- around. Don't you think you mad
"a some mistake somewhere
:. Il do. madam" lie promptly replied
You were opposed TO my making II
s., You wanted to see me fail When IN
~ back was turned you threw arsenic O
-. strychnine or something into the ke
tie. and just escaped death. This
40 the limit. Mrs. Bowser-the deadlin'
viii telephone to my lawyer TO com
30 over and arrange things, and tomorrow
~ you can start for your mother's-fC
,,is your mothers on the afternoon train
NOT Just Grew Up.
ne Nice children you have. Which
&C.