This is entirely outside of clothing, butts
money as good as thrown away. It is a
sad thing, Mr. Bowser—a very sad thing—
to have a wasteful and extravagant wife!
That’s all this evening, but we will have
another talk soon. There are several other
things I want to speak about!”
For an hour after she went up stairs to
bed Mr. Bowser sat thinking. Hud the
other Mrs. Bowser, who used to submit to
everything without talking back been laid
away in her grave, and was this his second
wife? Had it all come about while he was
in a sort of trance? The worm had turned
on him once before, but he flattered him
self that it was a sort of an accident. This
was the second time, and he had to admit
that he had come out second best. He
finally rose up with a long drawn sigh,
turned out the gas and said to himself, as
he crept up stairs:
"I can’t believe it—can’t possibly bellev<
it! She’s some other woman or I’m not
Mr. Bowser!”
He struck chairman of a state com
mittee square the middle for a job.
"What can you do?” inquired the chair
man delicately, for these political affairs
need delicate handling.
“Well, lean do anything I’m asked to
do,” was the answering reply, "but my
best hold is as election taxidermist.”
“What in thunder is that?” exclaimed
the chairman.
"Don’t be so loud,” almost whispered
the applicant for place, pulling up close to
him, "that’s the gent as stuffs the ballot
box. See?”
The chairman sent him over to the chair
man of the other party’s committee. —De-
troit Free Press.
Care in Canning Salmon.
