The Telegraph-courier. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1888-1946, 1916-01-13

had the sack in his possession.
What you fight me for?" was de-
manded of him.
you bought some old clothes on
Third place half an hour ago. | want
coat you bought"
II no buy a coat there"
Don't lie TO me, you old villain!
Where is that coat?"
And Bowser was pulling the gar
ments out Of his sack, and the old man
was trying his hardest to prevent,
when the policeman came up. In re-
Spouse TO his demand, two stories were
told, and as they did not agree he
walked the two men to the station
house. When the same two stories
were told to the sergeant at the desk
he replied:
"We will have the sack searched and
see."
1t was searched, and there was no
coat in it.
HE stopped somewhere and hid itg'
shouted Mr. Bowser.
II no buy coat there. / no see wal
let was some poor and honest manr
protested the old man
rs your wife at homer asked the
sergeant of Mr.. BoWser.
"She is" was the reply.
'sThen step to that telephone and ask
her to come down here You can wait
in the back room until she arrives"
"But, man, am Mr.. Bowserr roared
the hero of the wallet and the old coat.
"That makes no difference to me. IL
your wife does not come down here /
will have you locked up, and you might
later tell your story in court You seem
to be very bullheaded sort Of man"
1t took Mrs. Bowser over half an
hour to dress and get down there. Mr..
Bowser greeted her with almost
shout Of relief, but the sergeant waved
him aside with the words:
"You keep quiet, old man, while I
ask your wife few questions. Now,
then, Mrs. Bowser, you sold this old
man some old clothes, did your
Eyes, sir"
"How many garments in ALP"
"Why, FIVE or six, | guess. There
were two old suits and parts of two or
three more, and some of them had
been lying around the house for two or
three years"
"But this coat was an old brown one
"a getaway" put in Mr.. Bowser.
Didn't | tell you to keep still?" thun-
dered the sergeant. about sixty days
behind the bars is what you seem to
be aching forp'
Il didn't sell that one" said Mrs.
Bowser. II saw it hanging ON the
hook and thought you would need it
when you we're working about the
house. No; did not sell chat one, and
I felt in the pockets of all l did sell
before l let them go. Besides this, I
knew your wallet was in that coat, for
| saw you hide it there last night
"You are evidently a mean old hus-
band" said the sergeant to Mr.. Bow
ser. "Tll bet your wife don't get 10
cents week for pin money I will
send an officer up with you to see If
the story of the coat is true It proba-
bly, is, for don't believe such a nice
little woman would tell a lie about it,"
And an officer accompanied them
home and went upstairs and saw the
coat with his own eyes. 1t was hang
ing there as safely as money in saw
ings bank. A tail pocket was investi-
gated, and the missing wallet was
brought forth and opened to the broad
light Of day.
That's miner exclaimed Mr.. Bowser
as he reached for it.
You are a nice old guy said the Of
ficer as he handed the wallet over.
''You not Only hide your money for
fear your wife may get hold Of dol
lar, but you go away and forget it and
then create such a row that the whole
county is asking who has been MUIR
dered in his bed. Say, old chap, you
had better make change or you will
find yourself in a heap of trouble.
Good day, Mrs. Bowser. I am sorry
for you"
And when the officer had left the
house Mr.. and Mrs. Bowser sat down
and looked at each other for long,
long time. Then Mrs. Bowser broke
into laugh and said:
Mr.. BoWser, this is the dead line.
We will consult our respective lawyers
and procure a divorce as soon as pos
slSle."
And something like a smile lowered
around Mr.. Bowser's mouth as he re-
piled that, being it was a broken day,
he would not go back to the office, but
would stay home and fix the lower
hinge on the front gate.
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