The Farmville herald. [volume] (Farmville, Va.) 1890-1934, 1900-07-13
The Green-Eyed Monster
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COME months ago Mr.. Jobson re-
y ceived. in the morning mail deliv-
cred at his house, a letter addressed to
him in a dainty feminine hand. Mrs.
Jobson had gone to the basement door
TO get the letters from the postman,
and she was somewhat puzzled as to
who Mr.. Jobson's feminine correspond
ent could be. She did not know the
handwriting. 1t was that of none Of
her female relatives nor of his. How
ever. she handed the letter to him at
the breakfast table, simply asking, not
in any particularly curious way;
"Nho is il from?'
"PH know better as 10 that after I've
opened it and seen the signature, re-
piled Mr.. Jobson, choppily.
Mrs. Jobson ran over her own letters
while Mr.. Jobson was reading the mis-
sive addressed to him in the feminine
handwriting. and when she looked mp
and across the table at her spouse he
was apparently suifused in bushes, and
there was quite an amount of self-sat-
isfied complaisancy in his manner.
Anything important?' inquired
Mrs. JobsOn.
"Oh, don't know" replied Mr.. job
son. leering at himself in the sideboard
mirror and twiddling with his fork.
as 1t from anybody | know In
quired Mrs. Jobson.
81 think not, ." replied Mr. Jobson, adj
iusting his cravat and pulling down his
cuffs in a truly Lothario-like manner
business matter?' asked Mrs. job
son.
"Well, hardly that" answered Mr..
Jobson. with another quite killing look
at himself in the sideboard glass.
Anything I'd be interested in?' in
quired Mrs. Jobson, not with any par
ticular indication of excitement nor
any evidence of pique.
81 wouldn't undertake 10 say as to
that" replied Mr.. Jobson, rubbing the
hair over on the bald spot on the top of
his head, and smiling mysteriously to
himself
ITS not in regard TO the church fair,
is it?" asked Mrs. Jobson.
Anything butthat," replied Mr.. job
son, toying with his fork after the man
ner of leading juvenile at a stage sup
per. "Anything in life but that"
as your coffee strong enNugh|
asked Mrs. Jobson, and Mr.. Jobson
looked signally disappointed that she
did not pursue her inquiries further
Mrs. Jobson was, however, saying TO
herself:
Hes lust aching to have me cOmeout
and demand to know the contents OF
that letter, and the namo of the writer.
but I'll Just do nothing Of the sort
so there. now! | would like to know
the name of the impudent thing, but |
wouldn't give him the satisfaction OF
asking outright for worlds! AS if !
cared! Huh. Moreover, I'll see the
letter anyhow-that is, If it's in his
coat pocket at bedtime tonight. But
| guess it's nothing very serious, else
il wouldn't be addressed to him right
here at his house. Now, just look at
him. preening himself, and imagining
that am already insanely jealous As
il | should ever become jealous OF any
living man, indeedl"
Mr.. Jobson pulled the letter out OF
his pocket. unfoldedit, and read il with
great elaboration, two or three times
over. and the mysterious smile on bis
countenance deepened each time that
he perused 1t. Somewhat to his cha
grin. as exhibited by the frequent
glances that he cast at her out Of the
corners Of his eyes, Mrs. Jobson seemed
30 have quite forgotten about the let
ter. and all bis ahems and other osten-
tatious efforts 20 attract her attention
10 it failed dismally. Mr. Jobson kissed
her quite amiably before starting for
the office. and still looked quite com
PLEASANTLY mysterious as he descended
the steps.
When Mr. Jobson was at the dessert
stage Of his dinner that evening he
hooked up at Mrs. Jobson and said:
Game near going out Of your mind
from jealousy this morning, didn't