The Colville examiner. [volume] (Colville, Wash.) 1907-1948, 1915-07-31


and looked at the man on the steps
and screamed out In agonized tones:
~Old clo'l Old clio! Cash for old
cio'p
Move on, you scoundrelr' shouted
Mr.. Bowser.
-old clio! Old clio! 1 buy old clio
for cashr'
by the beard of Pluto, but I'll have
your life IL you don't move onr' ex-
claimed Mr.. Bowser, as he clattered
down the steps with tragedy in either
eye.
The old clothes man ran across the
street, but no farther, and from his
new position he shouted and yelled I'M
til he had collected a crowd Of half a
hundred, and Mr.. Bowser had been
forced into the house.
"You see you can't do anything"
said Mrs. Bowser.
II will do something" he hotly re-
piled. Are all the ordinances Of this
city made for the benefit of such howl
ing demons? Has a taxpayer and
property owner no rights? II there
are no laws to protect me, then I'll pro-
tect myself"
Lays Hands on an Offender.
Out he went again, and he was Just
In time to encounter a man who had
turned in from Fourth street, yelling:
KNIVES to grind-o! Knives to grind-o!
Bring out your knives to grind-o"
Mr.. Bowser walked down to the gate.
He looked like a dangerous man, but
the knife grinder was willing to take
chances II he could make nickel. He
halted his grinder on wheels and utter
ed his yell of "Grind-ov' as If Mr..
Bowser was forty rods away. He was
still hanging on to the 20" when he
was seized and banged against the
fence, and voice rang in his ears:
"You internal nuisance, shut up. or
I'll break your neck!
The grinder shut up. He looked into
Mr.. Bowser's eyes and became afraid.
However, as he was released after a
minute and told to move on his c0ur-
age returned, and he hadn't got more
than ten feet away before he turned
and said:
"You knocka and banga me, and !
taxa de law on your
Mrs. Bowser opened the door and
tried to argue the matter with Mr..
Bowser, but he declared he'd wet his
hands in the life blood Of the next
nuisance who came along. He didn't
have over ten minutes to wait. A junk
dealer, an umbrella member, tinker
and a popcorn man suddenly appeared
in company, and all were yelling to
drown the notes of the band on the
corner. Mr.. Bowser rose up like
bull about to make his last charge and
was at the gate as they halted.
"Old junk! Umbrellas to mend! Fix
your pans! Fresh popcorn" shouted
the four. as they waved their arms.
Cheers For Mr.. Bowssr.
Mrs. Bowser threw up the window to
call out, but she was too late. Mr.
Bowser had sailed in. He upset the
junk cart and junk dealer. he over
turned popcorn cart and popcorn deal
er. he filed the air with the old UNI
brellas and tinker tools, and 1t was
Spton Kop over again, with Mr.. Bow
ser in place Of the Beers He met the
enemy and they were his, and In I'VE
minutes he was In possession OF the
field of battle. He was cheered by
the crowd which gathered, and dozen
overenthusiastic taxpayers insisted on
a speech. A man had arisen who had
taken up the cudgel for reform, and
they wanted to know his policy to-
ward f1recrackers, baseball and kite
flying Mr.. Bowser backed up against
the gate, but before he could collect
his oratory fat policeman seized him
and said:
''You old ruffian! But you want to
get up a riot and disturb half the
town, do you? Come along with me"
Mr.. Bowser was walked to the police
court and left in the "pen" till the
Judge was ready to hear his case and
say:
"You may be a citizen and taxpayer
and reformer, but you have no right
to take the law into your own hands.
I fine you 500, and If you are brought
here before me again on the same
charge I shall feel it my duty to put
you where you can do no more harm
for six monthsr'
Didn't tell you how 1t would
end?" asked Mrs. Bowser, when he
got home.
But Mr. Bowser said no word In re-