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Published Eteet Thcrsdat bt
THE HICKORY PRINTING COMPANY.
Hickory, ort!i Carolina.
OUR OFFICE
STOVE PIPE.
This Fills the Bill and Fits the
Fill.
TOO MANY BOWSERS.
Cooking Is Another Branch of Bowserism
Industries.
Some times an episode occurs
that reminds you of something
similar. This is tho case with us-
Here is a piece written specially
for and published by the St. Louis
Kepublic. It speaks for itself.
"You know that mother will be
here to-morrow," said Airs. Bow
ser at dinner the other evening.
"Yes, I remember," replied Mr.
Bowser, "and I shall be glad to
seo lier. If all mothers-in-law had
been like her, the fuuny men
couldn't have worked off a single
joke about it."
"She will have tho side bed
room up-stairs."
"All right,"
"But as the furnace closn't seem
to heat that room sufficiently I
thought I'd put up a small stove."
"That's the correct thing, my
dear." ' "
"The girl got the stove up there
this afternoon, hut she couldn't
put tho pipe to-gethei.
"Just so, Mrs. Bowser, and you
want mo to do it. Ail right."
"I I was goiug to ask you to
telephone to a stove man."
"What for? When the time
comes that I can t jerk three or
four teugths of stove-pipe togeth
er, I'd better retire to an asylum."
"But you you "
"Will lose my temper, eh? Not
much! I'm as placid as a millpond
and could set up 40 joints of stove
pipe without a wink. If all hus
bands were as calm and good-natured
as I am, this would be a
far better world, Mrs Bowser.
I'll trot up and fix thincrs and be
down again inside of five min
utes." Mr. Bowser reached the room
mentioned to find three joints of
pipe and an elbow awaitiug him.
He threw off his coat and picked
up two of the joints. All ends,
were exactly of the same size.
He changed ends, but found them
the same.- He placed the three
joints in line, but the same fact
was still apparent. He was pon
dering over it when Mrs. Bowser
onteredthe room and handed him
the hammer and said:
"You may need this. One end
must be squeezed into the other,
of course. If you think you can't"
;,Mrs. Bowser, what did I come
up hero for?"
"To put up the stovepipe,
dear.'
"Exactly. I know how to do
it. I'm going to do it. I was
squeezing stovepipe together be
fore you were born. 1 was sim
ply wondering' if the man who
invented stovepipe was a fool or
a luuatic. I'll be down in a miu
uto." When she had gone ho dropped
down on his knees and began
working at two joints. There was
something wrong just a tritle
somewhere. If he squeezed at
one spot, a bulge appeared in
another. When he tapped with
the hammer on one side, the
other immediately displayed a
cantankerous disposition. There
are six ends to three joints of
stovepipe.
Mr. Bowser counted them and
was perfectly satisfied of this fact.
Three of the ends ought to have
fitted into the other three, but
they were mulishly obstinate. Ho
was trying to fit the elbow some
where between the three joints to
see if he could not break the
combination and hit a prize
chromo when Mrs. Bowser enter
ed again.
"Are you having trouble?" she
asked.
"Not a bit. I was just experi
menting a little. As you are on
ly in the way, you'd better go
HICKORY PRE
assistance 111 call you."
Mr. Bowser's face was streaked
with perspiration and grim. His
shirt sleeves had wiped off a
goodly portion of the stove black
ing. Even the back of his neck
seemed to have come in contact
with tho pipe. After Mrs. Bow
ser had gone he tried the elbow
on thejoint w hich he had mental
ly marked "Exhibit A." No ro.
then he trid it on "Exhibit B."'
No go. Neither end of 'Exhibit "
would fit in or tit over. He iiam
mered the end of one joint in and
of the other out. but we've all
been there. Mr. Bowser was calm.
A curious light shone in his eyes,
and his ears worked backward and
forward, but he did't pick up one
of the joints and demolish a gas
fixture or mirror.
Meanwhile Mrs. Bowser was
getting the baby to sleep, but at
the same "time listening intently
for the clinikx she knew was sure
to come. She beard the squeak
as Mr. Bowser presstd on one end
of a joint with his knee and flat
tened the pipe to the thickness of
a pancake, and chills went over
her. She knew when he got the
pipe under his feet to press it
back, and a hunted look caoe in
to her eyes. She followed his
movements as he wiped his face
on the bed-spread and then pick
ed up a joint to attach it to tho
stove. He tugged. He panted.
He let go to get a better hold, and
in imagination she could see his
eyes hanging out liked peeled on
ions. Her heart was standing
still when there was a great crash
upstairs. That was Mr. Bowser
falling over tho stove. The second
crash was the stove falling over
Mr. Bowser.
That gurgling sound was Mr.
Bowser trying to say something.
She heard him get up. As he
jumped oh the different joints in
succession and mashed them flat
the chandeliers below waved on
the breeze. She heard the win
dow go up. She heard each piece
of pipe strike in the alley, and the
crash of the stove which followed
made the baby yell out. Then
she heard Mr. Bowser kick over
two chairs, bang the wardrobe
and start down with a slump,
slump, slump, hair on end, collar
wilted and holding up a bleeding
finger, and as he entered the sitting-room
she prepared for the
inevitable. It came. He described
several gyrations in the air with
his finger, assumed a poso intend
ed to make her feel her nothing
ness, and said:
"Mrs. Bowser, I shall telephone
to my lawyer. When he comes,
send him direct to the library to
the library, Mrs. Bowser!"
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from the Cincinnati Enquirer criticis
ing the President's message to Con
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of our readers, trusting thoy will give
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OOPTRIOHT, . BY TMI J. SU UWHCOTT
He did not hear her when she came.
She stood near him for a moment and
did not speak. Her eyes followed the
direction of his look and idled tenderly
with the prospect before her. She did
not even notice the child. The same
thought was in the mind of both with
a difference. Richard was wondering
how any one could choose to change the
sweet dignity of that rural life for the
flaring, hurried delights of London and
the season. He had thought this a thou
sand times, and yet, though he would
have been little willing to acknowledge
it, his conviction was not so impregna
ble as it had been.
, Mrs. Francis Armour was stepping
from the known to the unknown. She
was leaving the precincts of a life in
which, socially, she had been born again.
Its sweetness and benign quietness had
all worked upon her nature and origin to
change her. In that it was an outdoor
life, full of freshness and open air vig
or, it was not antagonistic to her past
Upon this sympathetic basis had been
imposed the conditions of a fine social
decorum. The conditions must still ex-
ist. But how would it be when she was
withdrawn from this peaceful activity
of nature and set down among "those
garish lights" in Cavendish square and
Piccadilly? She hardly knew to what
6he was going as yet. There had been a
few social functions at Greyhope since
she had come, but that could give her,
after all, but little idea of the swing
and pressure of London life.
At this moment she was lingering
over the scene before her. She was
wondering witfi the naive wonder of an
awakened mind. She had intended
many times of lato saying to Richard
all the native gratitude she felt, yet
somehow she had never been able to say
it. The moment of parting had come.
"What are you thinking cf, Rich
ard?" she said now.
Ho Parted ami -turned toward her.
"I hardly know, ' he answered- "My
thoughts were drifting. ' '
"Richard," she raid abruptly, "1
"want to thank you. "
"Thank mo for what, Lali?" he ques
tioned. "To thank you, Richard, for every
thing since I came, over threo years
ago."
He broke cut into a soft little laugh
then, with his old good natured man
ner, caught her hand as ho did the first
night she came to Greyhope, patted it
in a fatherly fashion and said: "It is
the wrong way about. Lali. I ought to
be thanking you; not you ma Why,
look, what stupid old fogy I was then,
toddling about the place with too much
time on my hands, reading a lot and
forgetting everything, and here you
came in, gave me something to do, made
the little I know of any use and ran a
pretty gold wire down the rusty fiddle
of life. If there are any speeches of
gratitude to be made, they are mine
they are mine. "
"Richard," she said very quietly and
gravely, "I owe you more than I can
ever say in English. You have taught
me to speak in your tongue enough for
all the usual things of life, but one can
only speak from the depths of one's
heart in one's native tongue. And see, "
she added, with a painful little smile,
"how strange it would sound if I were
to tell you all I thought in the language
of my people of my people whom I
shall never see again. Richard, can you
understand what it must be to have a
father whom one is never likely to see
again whom if one did see again some
thing painful would happen? We grow
away from people against our will; we
feel tho same toward them, but they
cannot feel the same toward us, for
their world is in another hemisphere.
We want to love them, and we love,
remember and are glad to meet them
again, but they feel that we rjre unfa
miliar, and because we have grown dif
ferent outwardly they seem to miss
some chord that used to ring. Richard,
I I" She paused.
"Yes, Lali," he assented, "yes, I un
derstand you so far, but speak out. "
"I am not happy, " she said. I never
shall be happy. I have my child, and
that is all I have. I cannot go back to
the life in which I was born. I must go
on as I am, a stranger among a strange
people, pitied, suffered, cared fcr a lit
tle and that is alL "
The nurse hr.d drawn away a little
distance with the child. The rc-t of the
family were making their preparations
inside the house. There was no one
near to watch the singular little drama.
"Yen should net say that," he add
ed. "We all feel yen to be one of us. "
"Rut all your world does not feel me
to be cue of them, " she rejoined.
"We shall see about that when you
go up to town. You are a bit morbid,
LalL I dcu't weeder at your feeling a
little shy, but then yea will simply car
ry things before you. Now ycu take my
wcrd for it, for I know London prettv
welL"
She held cut her ungloved hands.
"Do they compare with the white hands
cf the ladies you know;" she said.
"They are about the finest hands 1
have ever seen," he replied. "Ycu
can't see yourself, sister cf mine. "
"I do net care very much to see my
self." she said. "If I had not a maid,
I expect I should look very shiftless, for
14, 1895.
I don't care to look in a mirror. My
only mirror used to be a stream of water
in summer," she added, "and a corner
of a looking glass got from the Hudson's
Day fort in the winter. "
"WelL you are missing a lot of en
joyment," he said, "if you do not use
your mirror much. The rest of - us can
appreciate, what you would see there. "
She reached out and touched his arm.
"Do you like to look at me?" she ques
tioned, with a strange simple " candor.
For the first time in many a year Rich
ard Armour blushed like a girl fresh
from school. The question had come so
suddenly, it had gone so quickly into a
sensitive corner of his nature, that he
lost command of himself for tho instant,
yet had little idea why the command was
lost. He touched the fingers on his arm
affectionately.
"Like to look at you? Like to look
at you? Why, of course, we all like to
look at you. You aro very fine and
handsome and interesting. "
"Richard," she said, drawing her
hands away, "is that why you like to
look at me?"
He had recovered himself. He laugh
ed in his old hearty way and said:
"Yes, yes. Why, of course. Come, let
us go and see the boy," he added, tak
ing her arm and hurrying her down tho
Eteps. "Come and let us see Richard
Joseph, the pride of all the Armours."
She moved beside him in a kind of
dream. She had learned much since she
came to Greyhope, but yet she could
not at that moment have told exactly
why she asked Richard the question
that had confused him, nor did she
know quite what lay behind the ques
tion. But every problem which has life
works itself out to its appointed end if
fumbling human fingers do not meddle
with it. Half the miseries of this world
are caused by forcing issues, in every
problem of the affections, the emotions
and the soul. There is a law working
with which there should be no tamper
ing, lest in foolish interruption come
only confusion and disaster. Against
every such question .there should be
written the one word, wait
Richard Armour stooped over the
child. "A bauty, " he said, "a perfect
little gentleman. Like Richard Joseph
Armour there is none," he added.
"Whom do you think ho looks like,
Richard?' she asked. This was a ques
tion she had never asked before since
the child was born. Whom the child
looked like every ono knew, but within
the past year and a half Francis Ar
mour's name had seldom been mention
ed and never in connection with; the
'child. The child's . mother asked the
question with a strange quietness. Rich
ard answerer! it without hesitation.
"The child looks liko Frank," he
said. "As liko him as can be.",
"I am glad," she said, "for all your
sakes. "
"You aro very deep this morning,
Lali," Richard said, with a kind of
helplessness. "Frank will bo pretty
proud of the youngster when he comes
back. Bat he won't bo prouder of him
than 1 am. "
"I know that, " she said. "Won't you
be lonely without the boy and me,
Richard?"
Again the question went homa
"Lonely? I should think I would. " he
said. "I should think I would. But
then, you see, school is over, and the
master stays behind and makes up the
marks. You will find London a jollier
master than I am, LalL There'll be lots
of shows, and plenty to do, and smart
frocks, and no end of feeds and frolics,
and that is more amusing than studying
three hours a day with ar dry old stick
liko Dick Armour. I tell you what,
when Frank comes"
She interrupted him. "Do not speak
of -that," she said. Then, with a sudden
burst of feeling, though her words
wero scarcely audible: "I owe you every
thng, Richard everything that is good.
I owe him nothing, Richard nothing
but what is bitter."
"Hush, hush, " ho said. "You must
not speak that way. Lali, I want to say
to ycu"
At that moment General Armour,
Mrs. Armour and Marion appeared on
the doorstep, and the carriage came
wheeling up the drive. What Richard
intended to say was left unsaid. The
chances were it never would be said.
"Well, well," said General Armour,
calling down at them, "escort his im
perial highness to tho chariot which
awaits him, and then, ho! for London
town. Come along, my daughter, " he
said to LalL "Come up here and take
the last whiff of Greyhope that you
will have fcr six months. Dear, dear,
what lunatics we all are, to bo sure!
Why, we're as happy as littlo birds in
their nests cut in tho decent country,
and yet we scamper off to a smoky old
city by the Thames to rush along with
the world, instead of sitting high and
far away from it and watching it go by.
God bless my soul, I'm old enough to
know Utter. Well, let me help you in,
my dear, ' he added to his wife, "and
in ycu go, Marion, and in ycu go, your
imperial highness" he parsed the child
awkwardly in to Marion "and in you
go, my daughter, " he added as he hand
ed Lali in, pressing her hand with a
Iru-que f atheTliuess as ho did so. He
then got in after them.
Richard came to the side cf the car
riage and bade them all good by one by
one. Lali gave him her hand, but did
not speak a word. He called a cheerful
adjeu, the horses were whipped up, and
ina moment Richard was left alone on
tho steps of the house. Ho stood fcr a
time looking, then he turned to go into
tho house, but changed his mind, sat
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