The morning call., 1892-05-04
MRS. Jones' JEALOUSY.

"What on earth Is the matter. Mrs j. p
said Jones, as he came into his dinner
'eYoI who generally are as cool as cucum-
her. and as neat as a pin when L arrive,
now look Hurried and untidy. Hey, wiley Z?
"Discharged Annie this morning and had
to cook the dinner myself. Hope you nave
an appetite, for that's more than have"
discharged Annie? Why thought she
suited you to T.
"There couldn't be a better girl, said
Mrs. Jones, with sigh.
"Wbat was the matter, then, that you
should turn her away :?
''She was too gOod-looklng.
Here Mrs. Jones glanced furtively at her
husband under her long, brown eyelashes.
IN see the effect of her words upon him.
BDt she detected no change Of color, and he
only made the remark:
''Too many followers, suppose"
''She kept no company" said his VILE.
Now the fact was that Mrs. Jones, who
was herself as pretty as a picture" was
made morbidly unhappy by the demon
Jealousy, who in this case proved as green a
monster as ever ate out the heart OF loving
little woman.
Jones devoured his dinner In provoking
silence. for ne saw through the whole Oh
IT,"
''He misses her," thought Mrs. j.. and
forthwith laid out her pl anS LOT an AFTERNOON
of tears over to mothers.
The next three months in Jones' house
were prolific of scenes and farees, we might
almost say tragedies.
They tried help from every quarter OF the
There was, to use poor Mrs. Jones own
words, TOO much barney about the Irish
girls; they would just as soon kiss Their
master behind the kitchen door as not; and
r, tt,, ali ri :
let their master kiss them"
II was in vain that poor Jones proclaimed
his innocence, Mrs. Jones had seen loving
chances thrown" as he ordered his soup, and
''seen hands touch when the dessert was
brought Oh" and lit was sin and shame
what poor wives had 10 witness In their
own homes"
Which of these twain. who should have
been one was the more unhappy, we leave
our readers TO conjecture.
Mrs. Jones was battling with imaginary
troubles; Mr.. Jones was a martyr. He
loved his wife dey0tedly, and never bad
thought of being unfathful TO her. Kind
ness OF heart he WAS blessed with to an un-
common degree, and kind he must be not
only to his servants. and employees, but even
10 the dog and cat that fawned upon him.
One night Jones came home TO tempest
of thunder. lightning and fearful rain.
English Mary had been seen coming out OF
his Office at 4 o'clock on the afternoon OF
''her day ont" by the Jealous wife.
Mary was called out OF the kitchen by the
iTAte Jones and, standing on her dignity,
told her simple story.
On going home TO her mothers house she
had found her little brother very sick ana
no moneyin the house for medicine. As
the surest and the quickest way to obtain it
SHE had called at her employer office.
Just story made up between you, YOU
wretehes!" said the frantic little wife, 'Pil
hia M lab mn vrpn
and 60, you hussy! and Pll get tomorrow,
if ] live, the blacket negro there is to be
bad in the city. see if ldOn't."
Jones could not repress a smile at this an
nouncPment, which only served to make the
FIRE OF jealous anger burn the fercer in his
Wlfe's bosom.
True to her~word Mrs Jones established
at the head Of her sauncepans and kettles
real Dinah, black as the ace of spades and
as ugly as need be-
This Will fix him." said Mrs. J. AT
lesst / shall not be ANNOYED by sleeps eyes
and sly ways in my own house"
Now, Jones had fund OF sly humor in his
anatomy, and ne determined to call it in
play. So he cast loving gla1ces at Dinah,
squeezed her hand at every opportunity
when his wife was present, whispered ten
Derry to her as he took his oYerc0at or slip
pers from her hand. until the poor. aston
ished woman, who was ignorant of the
situation, would retire TO the kitchen and
mntter to herself:
wei, I decIarl What kin de massa
see in dis ole niger TO captiwate, any,
how p
But this time Mr.. Jones had "reckoned
without his host" His wife knew him too
well not 10 see that this was put on"
He IS too tsstidious for that, she would
say to herself, and for a time she lived in
comparative peace and comfort. But Jones
was determined TO have bis fun out at his
tEife's eYDpnSP so he called in his brother In
aid hin.
twas Thursday. and Mrs. Jones had gone
over TO her mothers to have ga good talk"
''Dinah was such a prize, sc trusty and
faithful | ! and Fred, now out of temptation,
was NJ good a husband as need bel"
At o'clock the little wife folded ID her
work and trlpped home. that she might tidy
herself up ready to receive her husbands
Kiss at tile gate.
She ran around the back way, stopping to
wipe her feet carefully on the mat at the
porch door, when she was attracted by the
sound of her husbands voice in the kitchen.
L was between daylight and dark, and she
clipped ont into the yard and peeped through
The kitchen window.
What a sight met her gael
There sat Fred Jones rocking in the old
fashioned rocking chair, with Dinah sitting
n his lap, her woody head resting lovingly
On his shoulder.
The enraged wife gave one scream and
rushed Dack 10 her mothers house.
Il could forgive him even now for this"
she sobbed cut on her mothers knee; ''but
is horrible taste l can never forgive
neVerl-no neVerf'
In the midst of this scene In came a stall
fart youth Of is or Whereabouts, black as a
row.
Didn't you know me, you little goose
oCP-me, John Jones of the burnt-cork
persuasion, br0ther-in-law of the pre3tiest,
put silllest little woman IN the world. Go
home, now,and comfort the forlurn creature
sitting in that rocking chair and cook him a
good supper, rs We dismissed Dinah for the
eTening before our farce began, so as to ap-
prOpriate her checked apron and greasy
cap Ughl Don't ever doubt him again ;
you do, you deserve to be quartered-On
your motherV
Patience Jones laughed and cried all in
e9e breath; but the way she made her
i.tle feet fly over the ground that separated
Der from her husband was a caution to
JEALOUS wives.