The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1886-10-22
A sAMARTTANs EXPERIENCE.
Graphic Encouragement for the Edihcs
tion of One Type OF PhilRnthrop ptst-.

Graphic Encouragement for the Edihca-
tion of One Type Of rhilanthropists.
A newspaper man Of wide acquaint-
ance and benevolent disposition was 60
ing home one night not long ago when
he fell in, at the doorway of a hotel,
with a person OF some consequence in
the community, who had tarried much
too long over the wine cup. and was in a
state where disgrace if not harm might
come to him If he were not got safely
home very soon
Bless me ~ said the newspaper man
TO himself, here's n 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:
We'll must be going home, JObson.
Wont you walk along with meg"
"Shertnly, oil DO, shertn' 'ly,' said
Jobson. " GreaCey pleasuren e warr
shee man home. Come II long, ole
fellow, coe 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 JUbsOu lived. ex-
cept that it was somewhere away of in
the southern outskirts OF the city. a fear
ful distance beyond his own house. But
he didn't dare to ask any questions that
would suggest to JObsOn that he was
taking him home, aud simply depended
on the impetus in the right direction to
carry them along.
Presently they reached the newspaper
mans house, and JobSOu Insisted on
leaving him there But the newspaper
man grew very brJtherly and kept job
son going.
Tie latter protested that the night
was damp and chilly, that il wouldn't
do for him, the journalist, to stay out,
and so on. But the newspaper man
kept him going and going.
There wasn't car or carriaga, and
the good Samaritan wouldn't have dared
to take one II there had been. II grew
very late and he thought Of his own
Vile getting up in alaIIn a' HIS aOsehce'
But he was in for It.
Along toward morning they reached a
door which Jobson, who had grown
drunker and drunker, seemed to have a
friendly interest in.
The newspaper man tried 1t, and Mrs.
JobsOn came to the door.
"An RI old girl" said Jobson. my
fr en- seen me home, now I mus shee
him home Goo night, ole girl Can't
let him go ONE lone in this damp air r'
1t - ouId seem that nothing could re
strain JOb6On from starting back to
town with his companion. Finally he
insisted, as compromise, that the news
paper man should stay all night with
him.
Mrs. JObsOn gave an appealing lock
and the journalist consented, thinking to
get JobsOn in the house and then slip
out, by his wife's aid. But once in, Job
Son insisted that he must sleep with
him, aud grew very ugly when he tried
to get out OF 1t.
And so the unfortunate newspaper
man went up to bed with the drunkard
who took OF his coat only whe his
friend di B., and wouldn't touch sing e
button until the other had unfastened
the corresponding one, and wouldn't get
/ into bed unfit the other had.
/ At last both were snuglv under ths
/ she [ and the newspaper man was
waiting eagerly for some sign that his
/ companion was asleep, when Jobson ex-
! elaine =:
Great -, ole fellow, did you shay
your Prayers?"
J No"
BY zhe ole Harry, get up and shay
. your prayers, an III shay mine -
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 ir
about five minutes Jobson began tc
snore loudly.
The newspaper man saw his oppor-
tunity. He rose stealthily, put on his
uuderclothing with trembling hands
sneaked down the stairs with mis- uutel
garments in his arms, and finished his
dressing below. Then he bade the weep
ing Mrs. JObson good morning, anC
started for his own house.
1t was broad daylight when he reached
home, and he found another weepinG
woman there to gree him.
The next time find a drunken mar
making a night OF IL the newspaper
man says now, he can make a night o
Ii for all me. i have had enough o.
the good Samaritan business to last IN,
ell my life. Boston Record.