St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1899-07-19
r1r. B0bblet0n Packs Up.
shows His Wife How TO Get Ont of
Town i'm n Rush On His Vacation.

With nervous haste Mr.. Bobbleto,
rushed into his fiat where his wife wa,
giving the dinner a finishing touch.
"Well, Mary, it's come at last" shout
ed Bobbleton, throwing down his bat
and dropping tired and hot into tb,
nearest easy chair.
you don't meal to say that You hav,
lost your place at the bank ~ f~altereG
Mrs. Bobbleton.
Lost my place? No, not at ALI
mean that my vacation has come at last
and that we are going to start tomor
row morning for the country. | bought
the tickets on the way home, and here
they are!"
Bobbleton hourished two long greer
slips of paper, and marked at one end
Good for thirty days"
"They look long enough to go to Den.
yer with" replied Mrs. Bobbleton. Then
she added, with a shade of concern in he,
voice, "But, Henry, can't get ready in
time. A man can put on his hat and
walk right away. With a woman its
different. | want to look well, YOU
know, for the Davises and the Fowlers
are at Daisy-Town-in-th the Mountains"
who cares for dress when it's ninety
degrees in the shade" said Mr.. Bobble.
ton, recklessly.
But, Henry, a woman must dress.
Society expects and demands it,"
"0h, hang society" replied Mr.. Bob.
bleton. Society cuts no ice with me-
well, III do the best l can" replied
Mrs. Bobbleton in a resigned sort OF
way. But for goodness sake, Henry,
don't put everything off until the last
minute. We want to have the two
trunks packed without delay"
AND so they will be-" answered Mr..
Bobbleton. "The baggage expressman
will be here at 6 O'Clock in the morning
tor the trunks, I'll pack my trunk right
after dinner. 1t won't take me over an
hour"
I'm mighty thankful that the wash
came today" said Mrs. Bobbleton. as
they sat down in their little dining room.
well have enough clean clothes to last
US, anyhow"
Yes, that's NICE" replied Bobbleton.
Immediately after dinner Mr.. Bobble.
ton went into his room. For the next
hour or two Mrs. Bobbleton heard him
samming around, upsetting things and
muttering to himself.
II wonder how Henry is getting
along ?" thought Mrs. Bobbleton.
Yet she did not dare go into his O
for there are times when Mr.. Bobbleton
becomes highly irascible and consequent
" dangerous to approach. About half
past 9 Mr.. Bobbleton emerged from his
room very hot, but still triumphant.
That's the way to do" he said.
Pack up in a hurry without any fuss
and feathers. Why, could get ready to
go to Europe just as easy! You women
don't know how to do anything! My
trunks all ready to CO."
$50 is my trunk" said Mrs. Bobbleton
quietly, as she banged down the lid and
snapped the lock.
Early the next morning the express
men were on hand for the trunks.
Hawkins, the baggagemaster is a
particular friend OF minc," Bobbleton
explained to the expressmen. lust tell
him to check these trunks to Daisy-Town
and to hold the checks until | reach the
station. want the truaks to go out on
that 7.55 train. We follow on the s $40"
When the expressmen had departed
Mr.. Bobbleton turned back into his fiat
and said to Mrs. Bobhleton:
There That's the way to do"
But are you quite sure you did every
thing Just right; that you didn't leave
ANYTHING out or pack up anything you
will need ?"
Mary" replied Mr.. Bobbleton, severe.
ly, don't you think l know my bust
ness"
About an hour later Mrs. Bobbleton
heard her husband stormiug around his
room.
Il wonder what's the matter now?"
she thought.
Just then Bobbleton came out of his
room very red and very angry.
What's the matter ?" asked Mrs.
Bobbleton.
Have you seen my blue serge vest ?"
mo, | have not"
well, | can't find it anywhere. 1t
had two weeks salary and the railroad
tickets in it,"
You mislaid it in your ROOM"
"Mislaid nothing. didn't"
YOU paekSuil up III youI ltuHh.
Mr. Bobbleton groaned. Then he sank
feebly into a chair.
by thunder, so | did,
Henry"
Its true. l haven't another cent
with me. The tickets are no good to US
now. I'll have to get them redeemed, |
suppose, il We ever get them back again"
Mr.. ~Bobbleton jammed his hat on his
mead and went out. In twenty minutes
he was back again.
l borrowed $40 from Pillets, the cor
ner druggist. Let's get out OF here"
I'm awiully sorry you packed up that
vest Henry" said Mrs. Bobbleton
timidly.
What do you think ! feel like ?" snort
Cd AIR, Bobbleton as he hailed a passing
car New York Sun.