Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1915-08-04

and a quilt thrown over him Mr.. Bow
ser plaintively inquiries:
Don't you think you'd better send
for doctOr?"
mot just yet, dear. 1 don't think it's
very serious"
Mrs. Bowser, 1 believe I'm already
struck with death"
Nonsense! You've just got little
Inflammation Of the tonsils."
give felt for some days as If great
calamity hung over this household.
Hadn't we better have two doctors"
"JuSt try and go to sleep, Mr.. Bow.
ser, and I'll warrant you will feel bet.
ter by night"
"Ah, how suffer-" he groans. "You
may be a widow before the week IS
out. 1 hope you win always be kind to
the cook. 1 have tried to be a good
husband, and-and"-
Mrs. Bowser lays her hand on his
forehead, and the tears come to his
eyes and he suddenly becomes a great
big BOBBY. She has to hold his hand to
| get him to sleep, and when he wakes
up he wants tea and toast and jelly, and
| he IS as petulant as a sick baby until
finally put to bed. He is a new man
when he awakes in the morning, and
when she asks after his throat he re-
plies:
Throat HumphI Mrs. Bowser, for
about five hours yesterday l was how
ering between life and death. Had it
been you you would have died ten times
over, but grit pulled me through"
"GrftT
Eyes; grit, sand, pluck, Spartan cour-
age and fortitude. 1 let none Of you
know how bad actually was, but just
shut my teeth and determined to live,
and here is the result of it. All, Mrs.
BOwser, If you only had a hundredth
part of my courage and will power
| you'd be O far different woman from
what you are nova far different wo-
man."
Mrs. Bowser felt that she owed him
one for that, and she said:
"The minute you feel it coming on
you should start for home"
"Eh, what do you mean?" he asked
as bis face grew grave.
''The chill"
"What chill?"
"Mr. BOwSer, you were very sick
man last night, and though you say
you are all right this morning you may
have a relapse"
"Do-do you think l will?"
"One can't say in such cases. How
ever, at the first sign of a chill, you
start for home. You had best come in
the ambulance"
"But don't believe 1 shall have a
chill"
Mr.. BOwser stood around for five
minutes, and then slowly left the
house, and when outside the gate he
muttered to himself:
"It's the strangest thing in the world
| that can never get the better Of that
| woman"
| Mrs. BOwser, as the reader well
knows, is not a revengeful person.
However, she got to feeling that she
had let Mr.. BOwser off too easy in this
instance, and after giving him time to
reach the Office she telephoned him.
II just wanted to ask if you got over
without chill"
''Did I? OF course 1 did," he roared
back.
I'm so glad"
Then she called in a neighbOr to ask
over the wire:
"Aren't you taking terrible chances,
BowserT"
"What do you mean?' was asked.
"Why. getting up off a dying bed
to go to the office. Watch your feet
like a hawk. If they begin to get cold
you run for home at once"
An hour later she got the wife Of
! neighbor to come In and say:
ooh, Mr.. BOwser, I've heard of how
near you came to your grave. This is
: Mrs. Forbush, you know"
"Umr'
1.-THE whole city feels that 1t had
rather lose the mayor than Bowser,
so do be careful. If you feel one sim
gle SILVER
Another grunt and Mr.. Bowser hung
up. Then Mrs. Bowser came in with:
"Have you got your feet in a dish Of
hot waterY
"Not by darned sightr' he whoop-
/ ed, 'but I'll get you In hot water when
come home"
But he didn't. He was as good as
pie, and without being asked to he
gave her money for two pairs Of IS
cent stockings reduced to 40 cents a
pair.
Unsocial Item.
Wo had maid on afternoon call So