The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1876-06-30
How Jones Secured the Respect OF Mrs.
Jones.


Mrs. Jones was standing in her back
ward feeding the chickens, when Stone
wall Jackson came running IN, crying
as though his heart would break, and
/ told her that Bill Brown had slapped
him for nothing. Mrs. Jones never
| said a word, but she grit her teeth hard,
and went into the house To cut cabbage,
and chopped it SO fine, thinking il was
Bill Browns head, that you might have
sifted il through "A cob-web. While
Homes sat eating his dinner hat even
inc. Mrs. Jones told him of the outrage
that had been committed, and asked
him what he was going 10 do about IL.
I. Jones pondered. Bill Brown was fully
II years old, "A shining light in the Fire
Department, pitcher in a baseball club,
and had the general reputation among
experts of being "a good man" After
considering these things carefully Jones
came to the conclusion that the best
course 20 pursue was ''to treat Brown
with silent contempt" and so he told
his wife, adding, by way of p~arenthe-
sis. "My dear, such cattle are beneath
our notice."
"All right, Mr.. JONES'" said Mrs.
Jones, "if you're not nan enough to
protect your family, thank God! I've
got "A brother" ana she swept from the
room with a look that Jones knew only
too well. He had seen that same look
on his wife's face once before, when he
brought "a friend home TO dinner on
washing day, and he knew it meant
war. There was no help forit; it flash
ed upon Jones with the swiftness Of
lightning; there would be no peace in
the Jones family until the insult of the
morning had been wiped out with
blood.
That night the boys were all sitting in
"A neighbOring beer saloon, and the
genial proprietor was telling them what
he would do if he got the nomination
for Alderman. This gentleman, whom
we will call Mike, because that was not
his name, was an expire fighter, could
barely write his name, and was in many
other respects especially qualified fora m
Alderman. lie kept good beer, and
offered il with that lavish liberality and
rccklessness of expenditure for which
yicksburg candidates are famous.
Jones came in, took his pro rata OF beer,
and sat himself down TO mediate upon
the Brown affair. At last a happy idea
seemed TO strike him; he called for an
other s'shoo-fly," and rubbed his hands
and slapped his knees in gleeful antici-
patton.
At last he said 10 Mike, with a care
less air, "Mike, is Bill Brown one Of
,4,,r ,p,,rfaru 0ff
"You can just bet your munkey-
muck on that" says Mike; "there's a
boy | do stand solid with"
"That's strange" SAID Jones.
"What's strange?n said Mike, with
that uneasy, suspicious air so common
among candidates.
ooh nothing said Jones, mysteri-
ously 81 don think ought to tell"
"Jones,n said Mike, solemnly, "if
you're a friend Of mine you'll tell"
"Well, I WILL" said Jones, but
you must keep it confidential"
"All right; go ahead" said Mike,
s%nxiously.
"Well," said Jones, 81 just came
from the Centennial bar-room, and
heard Brown say that you didn't know
your head from a shotgun; that he
caught you one day reading a newspa-
per upside down that he'd sooner vote
for the lowest down Niger in the ward
than vote for you, and that il you were
elected city scrip would 90 down 10 3
cents on the dollar, and taxes go up so
high you couldn't reach them with n
balloon.m
Mike put on his hat and coat, and
made a bee line for the Centennial bar
room.
Jones went home, and sat down on
the front gallery, smoking his cigar
with that peace of mind which only one
can know whose bosom is distended
with the proud consciousness of having
done a good action.
About half an hour afterward he said
to his wife, who was sitting inside:
"Mrs. Jones, / don't think Bill Brown
will hit u boy any more
"WhyP"
"Come and see."
Mrs. Jones stepped TO the window,
and looked out. They were bringing
Brown home on "A shutter, with both of
his eyes bunged up and his nose drip
ping blood at every pore.
Mrs. Jones turned to her husband,
and said
Darling, can you forgive mel"
Jones drew himself up haughtily, and
and replied, with whitening sarcasm;
"Mrs. Jones, | don't think | am able
to protect this family; you'd better
send for your brother"
Mrs. Jones was crushed Vicks6nrg
Herald.