The Milan exchange. (Milan, Gibson County, Tenn.) 1874-1978, 1883-07-14
Mr.. Jones Buys a Merk on Department.

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Mr.. Jones brought home a book with
him the other night and left it lying
on the rack in the hall. when he went
in to supper, and be didn't make any
remarks about il either Fact was, he
hoped to smuggle it into the library and
lose it among the other books without
Mrs. Jones noticing it. Pretty soon
however, Mrs. j. began TO wrinkle hei
nose Rod sniff the air.
&" Where hare you been Jepthat one
asked suddenly, " l smell Frangipani. I"
=" You don't smell it about me, sid
Jones, indiflerently, while his heart
lave great thump
g certainly do, p" retorted his wife
III noticed it rs soon as YOU came in.
! It's either Frangipani or Jockey Club;
but i think it's mixed"
"A good deal mixed" said Jones;
''you smell a fine Henry Clay We been
smoking. Come to think of it they per-
fume those cigars that's it."
Mrs. Jones said nothing but she kept
up a great thinking. Jones was CON
graduating himself on having escaped
so easily, when Willie came in to supper
and began:
s.Say. pa, what have YOU got in that
paper on the hat-rack? 1t smells awful
good"
a" Eat your supper, sir" said Mr..
Jones. in spartan-fathcr tone, "an1
don't be socurious. Curiosity was what
got the whole world into trouble and
made us all sinners''-with slanting
glance at Mrs. j., who was counting
the grounds in the bottom of her tea
cup.
"What is it, Jeptha?n she asked In
nocently, as if it was the last thing she
cared to know.
"It's a book said Mr.. Jones, Care
lessly. Il bought it of a poor fellow
who said his family was sick, and she
hadn t enough money to get back home.
/ It's quite a valuable work on True and
/ False Etiquette or Grace of Department.
| You don't need such a work, dear, hut
| YOU know sometimes / am little awk-
| ward, ha-ha."
"Was the agent a young manP" asked
Mrs. Jones, pleasantly.
! eyes, that is, really did not OBJ
serve. The fellow said he was in dis
| tress and | gave her, l mean l bought
| the book of him iust-iust on purpose
! to encourage her" said her husband.
Very Kind, I'm sure" mumbled
Mrs. Jones. Glow was the agent
/ dressed?"
"You don't suppose ! noticed his
/ clothes. Maria why she dressed the
way all book agents dress-black silk
polonaise, and a hat and feather 4
mean hat and ulstcr-how can | tell?'
You don't seem to DO able to; and
she was in distress-and wore a black
silk polonaise, and used Frangipani
Lubin's best l can not afford TO, but
then I'm only your wife. .Jeptha Jones
you're a wretch! monster! a heart
less, unprincipled man! Let me go
my hands on that book! I'll show You
grace of department! You know W,
didn't want that book any more than &
cat wants tWo tails! Oh! oh! ohr'
This is why wild-eyed man with {
! book under his arm and leaving on tn,
disturbed air a long wake of Frangipani
was seen rushing in the direction of al
old bookstore on Woodward avenue
and overheard telling the dealer he haC
bought the thing in fit of philanthropy
and wanted to get rid Of it in fiji o
despair When the bookseller put OF
his glasses and began to dicker, the un
fortunate man told him to keep it, he
had no use for il; as he took private
lessons in department the book WASH
worth a scent to him!-DctrOU Post d1ic
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