Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1886-09-01
On % Spree.
From the Boston Record. !

hotel, with a person of some conse
quence in the community, who had
tarried much too long over the wine
cup, and was In q state where disgrace
| If not harm might come to him il be
were not got safely home very soon.
"Bless me-" said the newspaper mar
to himself, "here's chance to do the
Good Samaritan. I'll have to handle
Jobson carefully, because he is very
drunk, and adroitly steer him home
while seeming to let him have his own
way"
So he stopped and fell into easy con
versation with Jobson, and presently
said:
"Well, Unjust be going home Jobson.
Won't you walk along with me?''
"Shert'nly, OF boy, shert N.Y." said
Jobson. "Great's g. pleasure n e warl'
shee a man home. Come ri long ole
fellow, come long"
They set out together, the newspa-
per man supporting the unsteady
movements of his companion. Sud.
denly the former remembered that be
didn't know where Jobson lived, ex.
cept that it was somewhere away of
in the southern outskirts of the city,
a fearful distance beyond his own
house. But he didn't dare to ask him
any questions that would suggest to
Jobson that he was taking him home
and simply depended on the impetus
in the right direction to carry them
| along.
Presently they reached the newspa.
per mans house, and Jobson insisted
on leaving him there. But the news.
paper man grew very brotherly and
kept Jobson going. The latter pro.
tested that the night was damp and
chilly. that it wouldn't do for him, the
journalist, to stay out, and so on
But the newspaper man kept him 60
ing. There wasn't Car or a carriage
and the good Samaritan wouldn't
have dared to take one if there had
been. 1t grew very late, and he
thought of his own wife getting up il
alarm at his absence. But he was in
fer it.
Along toward morning they reached
a door which Jobson, who had grown
druuker and drunken, seemed TO have
a friendly interest in. The newspaper
man tried it, and Mrs. Jobson came
to the door.
Cali RI, old GIRL" said Jobson, "my
fr'en' seen me home, now | mus shet
him home. Goo night, ole girl CAM
let him go 'one lone in this damp
air! !"
1t would seem that nothing could re
strain Jobson from starting back tt
town with his companion. Finally III
insisted, as a compromise, that thu
newspaper man should stay all night
with him.
Mrs. Jobson gave an appealing look
and the journalist consented, thinking
to get Jobson In the house and ther
slip out, by his wife's aid. But, once
in, Jobson insisted that he must sleel
with him, and grew very ugly when h'
tried to get out of it. And so the I'm
fortunate newspaper man went up tt
bed with the drunkard, who took OF
his coat only when his friend did, an(
wouldn't touch single button unit
the other had unfastened the CORE
spending one, and wouldn't get into
bed until the other had. At last botl
were snugly under the sheets, and thu
newspaper man was waiting eagerly
for some sign that his companion was
asleep, when Jobson exclaimed
"Great -, ole fellow, did you shay
your prayers?"
"No."
"By zhe ole Harry, get up and shay
your prayers, N I'll shay minel"
The newspaper man got up ant
knelt at one side of the bed and Job
son at the other. When the cere
monies we're completed, both got bacl
into bed, and in about five minutes
Jobson began to snore loudly. The
newspaper man saw his opportunity
He rose stealthily, put on his under
clothing with bling hands, sneakeG
down the stairs with his outer gar
ments in his arms, and finished dress
ing below. Then he bade the weepins
Mrs. Jobson good morning, and STARTED
for his own house. It was broad day
light when he reached home, and ht
found another weeping woman there
to greet him.
s'The next time I find drunken mar
making night of it," the newspaper
man says now, 'he can make night
of it for all of me. | have had enough
of the Good Samaritan business te
last me all my life.'