Evening star., 1899-07-22

sort of thing, have got you going all right
Mrs. Jobson. You care just about as much
for your home, anyhow, as a polar bear
does for the jungle. It's dead easy for me
TO see that you're moping because you
haven't already chased down to the beach
to see lot of imbeciles flushing
around and trying to make themselves be-
lieve they're having fun with themselves
can penetrate the meaning of your
funereal air. Well. so ahead! Go on down
to the beach tomorrow. If you want to.
AS for me, I'm going to stay home. Ny
leave begins tomorrow, but I'm Just foxy
enough this year to decline to waste my
tlme Jamm1ng around a crazy summer re-
sort when l can take more solid comfort
at home. Never stopped to think, did you,
or how long it's taken me to get this shack
together, and to own the outfit? Wen, 1
nave, Mrs. Jobson, and home is good
enough for me. I'm going to put in my
thirty days right here. Want a chance to
think, anyhow. and that's the reason I'm
going to put you on a train and ship you off
to a place that just about fits your mind
and temperament tomorrow morning. The
hlred girl can get my meals and I'll bet
you pair of boxing gloves that I'll have
three times much fun as you will right
here under my own vine and fig leaf
Mrs. Jobson smiled knowingly at her
image in the glass when she was dressing
Tor the JourneyJthe next morning.
The house lookedrsbrt of queer to Jobson
when he got hhmen He walked up and
down stairs number of times, whitfield at
tiie WiliuoN screens, Slr2lghtened the mic
lures in the dining room, smoked a lot of
pipes and then sat odown by one of the
front windows and gazed out on the quiet
street.
He dressed himself gorgeously in his
gladdest togs along toward 3 o'clock in the
afternoon and went down town
feel like aicol.2' said he to himself,
WIN rather wan smile, however on his
race. Married folks ought to get away
from each other for at least month every
year, anyhow. Ought to be law to that eff
feet. Months separation gives 'em a chance
TO PICK up new ideas and to study other
people. and when they get together at the
Wlnd-up of the mutual vacation why they
ki:ow how to tolerate each ether bit more.
Great scheme ah 81
He went out To a suburban resort for his
dinner He found himself comparing the
general style of the women he saw cut
there-severai of them We're exceedingly
Jobson. ...a
They're not In It," was the way he sum-
med the matter up. Mot for a minute.
Wouldn't do to tell her so, but it's aston
Johson is. Derned if it amt Funny this
hasn't struck me. lately. She's got ricer
manners in public, too, than a whole lot a.
women fellow sees. And when it comes
to throwing about sixty cents worth of
goods into a dress and looking better in
the thing than women who tog themsel yes
out in $50 worth, why
Thus Mr.. Jobson mused while he ate his
solitary dinner.
Feel so much like a two-year-old that
TAKE advantage or the opportunity to
create within myself large and tumult-
uous jag If I wasn't afraid it 'ud knock nv
stomach out" he mused But the Thought
of the punishment the next morning held
him down, and he found himself back home
by half-past 8. He took off his coat and
sat down on the front steps. The girl
across the street with the pathetic con-
tralto voice was singing some old folk
songs, and Mr.. Jobson found himself Won
fhn cfprlar
letter from Mrs. Jobscn in the morning.
Just want to find out if she found the
Motel, and all that" he reflected
, ne aidnt have much appetite for the
bled for him the next morning He was
watching for the postman, anyhow The
postman passed by without stopping. Mr..
Jobson watched the retreating form of th.,
postman with a blank, expression
I'm going to keep an eye on that public
servant he thought. BET he's swiping
United States mail, all right. OF course,
she wrote"
He pottered around for the remainder of
the morning. and when the postman came
around at 1 o'clock in the afternoon Mr..
Jobson was sitting on the front steps wait
Ing for him The letter carrier handed Mr..
Jobson a letter with the postmark he was
looking for.
Writes a good hand for a woman
unused Mr.. Jobson, tearing the envelope
open eagerly. IT'S been long time since
I've got a letter from her." and his mind
reverted to the old days when he got an
average of three day, and read each of
them eight times
Mrs. Jobson said in her letter that she
was enjoying herself, but that she was a
little lonesome He flushed when he read
that.
1.-THE deuce she ISL he thought. ''won-
der If L amt little bit-er-welI, I guess
I'll just write a line in reply, and then tog
out and go down and give the girls on F
street treat"
When Mr. Jobson caught himself in the
act of inditing epistle that was peril
ously near a love letter to his wife he tore
1t up and started over again. The second
wasn't much better. but he sent it off.
Mr.. Jobson stood ikuntil yesterday morn
ing. Then herwalked down and saw his
Washington mFdicaI gman
Say, doc" he said to the physician, an
the sea air Mrs. Jpbson's down at the
The physician smiled 7inwardly.
'The sea shore is just what you need.
old man." he said toiMr Jobson. You're
on the point of1collaRse. Good thing YOU
hunted me up. Rettefgo down to the beach
Immediately" sc
When Mr.. Jobfon gpt in yesterday after
noon Mrs. Jobsan was at the train to meet
him. Mr. Jobsop looked a bit shamefaced,
but he put on bold front.
The doctor ejscted3Fne from my comfort
able home,'' he said te Mrs. Jobson Hap
pened to run aeress xme,- and told me I'd
get typhoid fever, Oh something like that
If | didn't make for the beach on the first
train out Just when | was beginning to
thatt'
And when Mr. Jobson looked at his wife
out of the tail of his eye to see how this
explanation went, he wasn't mad when he
caught her quietly smiling.