Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1899-09-09

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that they said back in the misty past.
Gladstone, John L. Sullivan. and a lot of
| other great men that / could mention, all
said things that they felt called upon to
| repudiate later along in life l repudiate
| what said about that last circus we went
| to, if ever l said it, and I don't admit that
I ever said anything Of the sort, Mrs. job
| son. The circus is all right. I'm not too
| old yet to enjoy circus. If time has laid
| such heavy nand on you, Mrs. Jobson,
| that you feel yourself incapable of enjoy
| Ing circus performance. then l pity you,
that's ALL OF course. If you fatty decline
| to go, why, ! guess l can"
| "Oh, | always enjoyed circuses,' said
Mrs. Jobson. only. l thought you found
the discomfort of getting in, and"
Did l ever take you to any kind of a
| blowout, picnic. barbecue or anything else,
that I wasn't able to get you in, Mrs. job
| SOM" he inquired
"N-no," she replied, "but the crush at
the circus ticket wagon where you have to
get seats bruised you up so the last time
| we went that
That's all right" said he. I'm going
| to buy reserved seats down town on my
way to the office in the morning. So if you
| position to letting me have a little pleas
ure once in a while. why, Wen go to the
show tomorrow night together otherwise
III see If l can't get
I'll enjoy i immensely said Mrs. job
| son. m 30
Did you get the circus tickets?" she in
quired of him when he got home from the
| Office on Monday evening.
BY ling no. clean forgot all about it,
| he exclaimed Ching lust slipped nv
memory. Doesn't make any difference,
| though. ] guess ! can hold my own with
the rest IF the push, Mrs. Jobson, and get
seats at sfhe wagon
| When Mrs Jobson' showed up down.
stairs. ready TO. start, he jawed her some
| because she had put on a black skirt and
| white shtrtwaist.
"Are those the best togs you can get
together when you go out for evening
with your husband?" he asked her.
| She tried to explain to him that foulard
| dresses weren't exactly adapted for circus
| attending purposes. hut he sized up her
raiment somewhat distant1y during the
| street car trip to the circus grounds
| The crowd around the ticket wagon was
| so huge when they got to the grounds that
| Mr.. Jobson decided they'd better forego the
| sideshows in order that he might get seats
| in time for the main performance He de-
| posted Mrs. Jobson by a certain stake
| which he took mental note of, and then he
mixed in the crush around the ticket
wagon Mrs. Jobson from her point of
| vantage, saw him tossed hther and thither
| like a piece of dismantled watermelon in
! the surf of Long Island seaside resort
and she didn't figure much on a joyous
| evening. Mr.. Jobson's first attempt to
break through was such fzzle. and his
ribs were jabbed. his arms clutched and
| twisted, his stomach prodded, and his hat
| cruched over his eyes many times, that
| he fell back, painting and growing under
his breath.
Hey, sport. wot We want t. mix it up wit
| dat bunch fer Wen I kin Civ We all de seats
| We wants fer de same conn., said a voice
| ToI ,,.lo 4
| around he saw an elongated proposition
| with a bunch of tickets in one hand and
two or three fully extended 81 bills
| wrapped through the fingers OF the other
as that SOP inquired Mr. Jobson clutch
ing at the straw. We'll, gimme two of the
| best you've got and he handed the tall
beady-eyed Samaritan 80 BILL getting
| two tickets in exchange.
| III be back In mint wit de change I"
| said the cheerful worker with the beady
eyes. Mr. Jobson waited for him for ten
| minutes, and then he went a-hunting for
him. His hunt was frost The man with
| his ten-spot had faded
There was hard look in his eye when
he gathered up Mrs. Jobson and started
foc the main entrance. He was muttering
| things about id thieves" "daylieht
| robbers" and so on, but he didn't say any
thing to Mrs. Jobson about his missing
| change.
NIX" said the ticket taker when Mr.
| Jobson, with Mrs Jobson in front of him
handed over his tickets. Not dis even
| IN
"Hey?' inquired Mr. Jobson, his ewes
| sticking out.
"Dey're N. c." said the ticket taker.
Some bioke's worked off phony papers on
ye Move back, an let de folks wit tick
| cts git by
Mr. Jobson got his wife out of the crush
and then he went back and started to tell
the ticket taker what he thought of him
| and all his tribe. down to the first genera
ton. He was hustled forty feet by a con
| turned loose with shove and told to 90
and bury himself Then he picked I'D Mrs
| Jobson again.
Madame" he said In cold hollow
voice. "since you insisted on dragging me
out Of my comfortable home for the pur-
pose of gratifying your onnery, perverted
tastes for amusements of this character
I'll get you in II 1t takes every dollar I'VE
got in the world and mains me for life
into the bargain. But it's the last time
Mrs. Jobson-the last time, remember
| that" 4
Then he drilled into the crowd around
the ticket wagon again, and In ten minutes
he emerged with two admission tickets
Jobson gave the signal to Mrs. Jobson by
a nod. Mr.. Jobson skinned his shin Sc
verely in helping Mrs. Jobson to the
ground. and he was also fiercely censured
by all hands around for moving There
| was steely glitter in his eve when he
| finally got her on the street car but he
didn't say anything for several squares
| nothing mean about me. and, besides
humoring all of your whims. caprices and
idiosyncraeies at any and all times. re-
| CARELESS of expense. 1 also make an earnest
effort to adapt myself to your tastes-to
| sort O. dovetail in with your little game
But want to tell you one thing. Mrs. job
| son, and 1 want 1t to stick: The next time
| you rope me into taking you to the circus
under any pretext whatever, next year or
| hundred years from next year, storm or
calm, rain or sunshine, reserved seats or
| bare lignum vitae boards-the next time
you lasso me or wheedle me out of my
| against game like that to which 1 have
subjected myself this night. simply because