Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1900-09-15
JORSON WENT HOME.
WAS TIRED OF THE PLEASURES OF
THE SEASHORE
But He Speedily Found Out Tint He
Missed the Board Walk Very Much

and Once More Hied himself ocean,
ward.
Got everything packed?" inquired Mr..
Jobson of Mrs. Jobson, making his APP
pcarancc one afternoon last week ~ the
vrranda of the scashore hotel, where Mrs.
JobsOn was comfortably cnsconced in Il
wicker chair and reading the just arrived
Washington papers.
"Evcrythng packcd?' repeated Mrs.
Jobsun, looking up from her paper with
Il surprised look. why, where are
we
Where are we going?" broke in Mr..
Jobson. Mrs. JObSon, | trust that you
are not labOring under the dcluSiOn that
we're going to take little spin overseas
to the Cape of Good Hope, are you!
You don't imagine that we're going on Il
midsummer tour of Brazil, do you? You
haven't been seized with the impression
that we're going to make a dash for the
farthcSt north, have you? You're not of
the idea
But" interrupted Mrs. Jobsf n, her
features still bctokening great surprise,
"you are not thinking Of
Exactly. You may go right straight
to the head of the class. You've guessed
right the very first time. We're going
h-o-m-e-home, Mrs. Jobson," cut in Mr..
Jobson, with great dclibcration. whats
more, we're going to take that train that
leaves for Washington shortly before D
o'clock this afternoon, 50 that it'll be
about up to you, Mrs. Jobson, to imme-
diatcly furnish an exhibition of lightning
trunk packing unequacd in the annals
of that essentially feminine art. We're
not going home tomorrow afternoon or
the day after tomorrow afternoon or
some afternoon next week, but we're GO
ing to start for home in something less
thnn three hours and
"But." exclaimed Mrs. JobsOn, folding
her paper and turning around in her
chair the better to look at Mr.. .Jobson,
81 thought we were to remain at least
two weeks longer. thought
"MrS. Johson," grated Mr.. Iobson. with
great impresSvcncss, spreading his legs
wide apart the better to give himself an
air of judicial dcliberation, Il desire to
state here and now that it gricves me be-
You'd words to be forced to the conclusion
that you care as little for the home which
! have struggled and shaved to provide
for you as the common or garden variety
of oyster cares for the rocky Businesses
of the Blue mountains. 1t creates with
in me feeling of incffahle sorrow to
find at this stage of our lives that you
would a whole lot rather be in almost
any old place on the habtable globe than
beneath the shelter of that roof which it
has required so many years of toling and
moiling on my part to erect over YOUR in
different head. | firmly believe that you
would a heap prefer at this present mo-
ment of time to be resident of Taku or
of Ticn-tsin than to be wrapped around
by the tender if noncXciting household
joys of the abode which r.
you know very well that am fond Of
my home" interrupted Mrs. Jobson. but
was it not the distinct understanding
when we came down here to- the beach
that we were to remain throughout the
entire period of your leave? Did you not
say only the other morning that you
dreaded returning to humdrum existence
in the city; that you hated to think Of
the day when we should be compelled to
pack up and take ourselves back to-
"No, Mrs. Jobson. ] never expressed
myself in any such idiotic way under any
circumstances whatsoever" cut in Mr..
Jobson. with aSperity. land if had such
an ornate imagination as you possess
think | could find some better way of ex-
erciSing it than by holding down a green
wicker chair on the vcranda of a hotel To-
Gated in a monotonous seaside resort and
making mental criticisms of the clothes
worn by
But only yesterday" interrupted Mrs.
Jobson again, ''you said that you wished
you could cook up some kind of a scheme
whereby you could prolong your leave 50
u.s.
Did. hcy?" said Mr.. Jobson sarcas-
tically. "Wcll, if l did l was in Il day
dream, or else the gallon or so of salt
water swirling around in my head must
have made me temporarily insane. The
fact remains, Mrs. Jobson, that we are
going home Oh the train that departs for
Washington shortly before o'clock
The other fact looms up, likewise that
far from ever having eXuded any such
somnambulistc conversation as that
with which you unblushingly credit me,
l wouldn't have spent 20 minutes at this
place if it hadn't been for you"
"Well," began Mrs. Jobson, 'of all the
extraordinary statements that l ever
heard YOU
1T is painfully evident" Mr.. Jobson
gramme of resort like this is perfectly
calculated to fill you with ineXpressiblc
content. This getting up in the morning
in IL room wherein the curtains flap in Il
hot land breeze, eating breakfast COM
posed of the same old deadly hotel dishes,
sitting on the veranda for half an hour
watching the gyrations of Willie boys and
ladies who inwardly vitupcrate and scorn
nncb Of bnp pnpu IN, hot both
preparing for teeth chattering plunge
in a clammy, body bruising sea; stickily
dressing and feeling hotter after dressing
than before, eating a hotel dinner that
tastes like papier mache, lying around
the aforesaid boiling room for the re-
mainder of the afternoon until it is time
to put on more hot clothes for the even
Ing meal, which is likewise as tastelcss
rs squash; then trudging down to listen
to a lot of aliens discoursng the Inter
mezzo' and All Jes' KANT Bear Tub See
Nah Baby Lose and then tumbling into
n granite bed in the previously mentioned
sizzling roOm-ths, Mrs. JobsOn, it is
plain to see, is your idea of the acme of
happiness; this is the sort of thing for
which you enthusiastically surrender the
comforts of your home. Well. | have
given you several weeks of it, and for
once-just for once, Mrs. JObSOn-l am
going To consider my own feelings, and
I'm going home. 1t is hard | know, To
drag you to the squald home that awaits
you, but we're going all the same, and you
have been informed of the hour at which
We are to start"
And it came to pass, of course. that
the Johsons did start for Washington ut
precisely the hour Mr.. .Jobson had indi-