Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1886-08-21
SEEING JoBsON HOME.
Difficulty OF Playing the Good
Samaritan in Boston.

From tie Boston Record.
A newspaper man of wide acquaintance
and benevolent disposition was gong
home one night not long ago when he fell
in, at the doorway of hotel, with per-
son of some consequence in the commun-
ity, who had tarried much too long over
the wine cup, and was III state where
disgrace if not harm might come to
him if he were not got safely home very
soon.
"Bless mei' said the newspaper man
to himself; "here's a 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 aud fell into easy con-
versatlon with JobsOn, and presently
said:
"Weu, I must be going home,
Jooson. Won't you walk along with
meW
"Shert'nly, OF boy, shert'nly," said
Jobson. "Great's pleasure IN Ter warp
shee man home. Come ri long, ole fell
low, come long"
They set out together, the newspaper
man supporting the unsteady movements
OF his companion. Suddenly the former
remembered that he didn't know where
Jobson lived, except that IL was some-
where away off in the southern outskirts
of the city, fearful distance beyond his
own house. But he didn't dare TO ask any
question 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 newspaper
mans house, and Jobs0n insisted on
leaving him there. But the newspaper
man grew very brotherly and kept job
son going. The latter protested that the
night was damp and chilly, that 1t
wouldn't do for him, the journliet. to stay
out. and so on. But the newspaper man
kept him. going. There wasn't a car or
q carriage, and the Good Samaritan
wouldn't have dared to take one II there
had been. lite grew very late, and he
thought of his own wife getting up in
alarm at his absence. But he was in
for it.
Along toward morning they reached
door which Jobson, who had grown
drunken and drunken, seemed to have
friendly interest in. The newspaper
man tried it and Mrs. Jobson came to the
door.
"All ri', old GIRL" said Jobson, "my
fr'en' seen me home, now | mus shee HIM
home. Goo night, ole girl! Can't let him
go 'ome 'lone in this damp air!'
1t would seem that nothing could re-
strain Jobson from starting back to
town with his companion. Finally he
insisted, as compromise, that the
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 then slip out
by his wte's aid. But, once in, Jobson
insisted that he must sleep with him, and
grew very ugly when he tried to get out
OF it. And so the unfortunate newspaper
man went up to bed with the drunkard,
who took Off his coat only when his friend
did, and wouldn't touch single button
until the other had upfastened the cores
ponding one, and wouldn't get into bed
until the other had. At last both were
snugly under the sheets, and the news
paper man was waiting eagerly for some
sign that his companion was asleep, when
JobsOn exclaimed:
"Great -. ole fellow, did you shay
yC ..TdRy yayersT'
"By zbe ole Harry, get IN and shay your
prayers, m Pll snay minew
The newspaper man got up and knelt at
one side of the bed and .JObSon at the
other. When the ceremonies were COM
pleted both got back into bed, and In
about five minutes Jobson began to snore
loudly. The newspaper man saw his OPP
portunity. He rose stealtnily, put on his
undertaking with trembling hands.
sneaked down the stairs with his outer
garments in his arms, and finished his
dressing below. Then he babe the weep
ing Mrs. Jobson good morning, and
started for his own house. 1t was broad
daylight when he reached home, and ne
greet him.
"The next time find drunken man
making a night of it," the newspaper
man says now, ''he can make night Of
IT. for ali of me. / have had enough of the
Good Samaritan business to last me all
my life.'