The Winslow mail., 1900-10-04
{ MIR. JObson's Generosity ;
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Down by the Sobful Sea.

A BOUT ten o'clock the other night
~ Mr.. Jobson strolled from his ho-
tel down to the board walk for final
cigar and breath of ozone. On one OF
the piers he ran into a somewhat
sporty" young Washington man OF
his acquaintance, sitting alone at one
of the tables.
"Howdy, Jobson," said the young
Washington man. Ever make the ac-
quaintance of Miss Mamie Taylor?'
Miss Mamie Taylor?" repeated Job
son, looking around with mystified
expression. who's she? Where is
she?''
The young man grinned and point
ed to the -ong thin glass in front OF
him On the table.
"The new. summer girl" said he.
"Best hot weather drink that's been
sprung in hundred years. Never
go up against 'em? Have one?"
"Why, that's the drink I've been
reading so much about in the papers
lately" said Mr. Jobson. "How is it,
heady?"
'Not at ALL said the young Wash
ington man. Just gives you little
bit of a jolt, that's all. rake a couple
of 'em, and you can throw your head
back and listen to the music. Great
things. Mamie Taylors. Try one and
see how you like it."
Believe 1 WILL" said Mr.. Jobson, sit
- IL e..
utes later he was introducing Mamie
Taylor into his system with every evi-
dence of approval and enjoyment.
Pretty neat, eh?" said the young
Washington man. "Have another one
Need about four O. those to get the
right clutch, as it were"
''This'll be on me-" said Mr.. Jobson
beckoning the waiter, and in short
time he was getting on absorbing
terms with Mamie Taylor No. 2.
From then on until about one
o'clock in the morning it was one con
tinual procession of Mamie Taylors
and when Mr.. Jobson rose up an6
started back for his hotel he was Sc
replete with sentiment and Mamie
Taylor that he felt he had been shame
fully neglectful of Mrs. Jobson. Hi!
utterance wasn't particularly dis
tinct when he got to his room, t.
find Mrs. Jobson sitting at a win
dow, in a kimona, waiting for him
but what he lacked in a clearness O.
enunciation he atoned for in the
breadth of his generosity and his deep
seated remorsefulness over the past.
did it keep it's little girl waiting
all alone, and afraid of the burglarZes
until all hours of the night?" said Mr.
Jobson, turning up the light and smil
ing oleaginously. "And isn't it {
shameful, common loafer to stay ou
until"
Mrs. JobSon smiled good-na turedly
"Why. | don't mind your going on
alone for what men call a good time
once in awhile, my dear" she said
amiably. I'm fact, I think it does tn,
average man good occasionally to"
say, you're four-ply, triple -expan
sion. dcuble-distiiied jewel of the frs
water. that's what you are" broke il
Mr.. Jcbson, and. l teLI you what. i
makes me sore to think how oner,
| am to you sometimes. 1t does, for
fact. I'm an old, sour-natured crank
that's what l am, and
Now, now," interrupted Mrs. Job
son, you're nothing of the sort, anc
| won't sit here and listen to yo,
abuse yourself. You're just as goot
as you can be, and"
Nom not-not by banned sight
am l, put in Mr.. Jobson. Don't yo1
dare tell me I'm anything else but
bear and mean tempered old repro
bate-I know it. and there's no use il
your trying to tell me I'm all righ
just to make me feel coed. I'm
''Oh, you get a little nervous once i
awhile, like other men," saio Mrs
Jobson, but you're thoughtful an
kind and"
Il wish l was. but amt anythin.
Of the Sort insisted Mr.. Jobson. or
regular peevish old cuss, and I'y
been getting into a rut of late year
in my way Of treating you, and II