El Paso daily herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1881-1901, 1900-06-22
JOBS0N'S GENEROSITY

At noon the other day Mrs. Jobson re-
ceived a large, fragrant bunch of double
violets with Mr.. Jobson's calling card
attached thereto and his affectionate fe-
licitations scrawled on the back of the
card.
"Violets-' she said to herself wonder
ingly. and from Mr.. Jobson. Let me
recall how many years it has BEEN
But she couldn't recall.
Another messenger boy rang the bell
about o'clock and handed Mrs. Jobson
a two pound box of chocolate creams
nicely done up. Resting on top of the
candies was Mr.. Jobson's calling card,
his affectionate Fluctuations scraWled on
the back of the card.
Mrs. Jobson, flustered by the receipt of
the violets, was now fabbergasted.
There's something wrong! I'm sure
there isl she said to herself excitedly-
ct can't be that he's dr. No, that is
out of the question"
Mr.. Jobson got home at the usual hour.
He wore an expression Of benignity as he
entered the vestibule, where Mrs. Jobson,
in saIuting him, found out that he hadn't
drunk drop.
"Why, you dear old eXtravagant thing,
your she said to him. Il never saw such
lovely vioIets in my life, and as for those
candies, why
Tut tut, little one," said Mr.. Jobsou
amiably. Don't speak of 'em. Jus. hap
pened to think to send 'em up to you. you
know, and they're no moren you deserve
at that"
But Mrs. Jobson scarcely heard what
he said. Little onev' she was saying to
herself. "Why, it's been years and years
since he
"Have you been specializing in stocks,
my dear?" Mrs. Jobson asked him timid-
ly.
Stocks? Who, me? Well, I'd like to
see myself!' said Mr.. Jobson good ma
turedly. mo, ma am; no stocks for me-"
Mrs. Jobson looked him over carefully,
but he was all right so far as she could
see. His extraordinary good nature sat
on him as naturally as If that were his
everyday manner. He stepped out into
the hall for a moment, got a package
that he had dropped on the rack in COM
ing in and opened it.
ing up that you wanted some books"
said Mr.. Jobson in an offhand way.
Brought you up few. Hope you'll
like EN-"
Mrs. Jobson took the books and looked
them over in a dazed kind Of way. They
were just the books she had been want
ing for a long while-all good, substantial
giving him hug.
"Why, you generous, silly old thingn'
she said. Just the books that I've been
pining for for ages! Won't you please
tell me what 1t Is all about-what I've
done to deserve all these lovely pre-
Never you mind" said Mr.. Jobson,
smiling amiably. Il only wish I were as
rich as some of these pinheads that don't
know what to do with their money-if
NJ haU
mobiles and a couple of thousand silk
skirts and-oh, by the way, that reminds
me. Saw a tailor made dress In a win
dow as 1 was walking down town today
that want you to have. Sign on it says
that it's a Paris model, and that it's been
marked down from $50 to $50. Don't
know whether that's true or not, but it's
a dandy, and 1 want you to get your
things on after dinner and We'll go down
and have a look at it. It's made out of
some kind of black stuff, with a lot of
this here frizzy why, spangly stuff
spattered all over the skirt and waist
dunno if 1 can give you any idea of it,
but I'll bet a hat you'll like it. We can
look it over this evening, and tomorrow
you can go down and buy it. It'll just
about fit you, I should say, from the
looks of it,
Mrs. Jobson was stunned.
'Why, you darling old''-
by the way, you might as well tog
out in your best tonight" said Mr.. job
son, interrupting her. "Got a couple Of
seats for the theater, and after the show
We'll have bite at-well, any place you
want to go. Well just make a little
night of it. How's that?'
Mrs. Jobson went up stairs and put on
her things in a trance. She was almost
in tears.
81 don't know what in the world I'd do
If anything was the matter with the dear,
lovely old''-
like a woman in a dream. The play was
excellent, and Mr.. Jobson was the soul
of good nature. He said clever things to
her, and even made surreptitious love to
her between the acts. After the play
they went to the hotel cafe and had
Newburged Holsters, with sparkling iq-
uid accom- paniment. Then Mr.. Jobson
put her into a stylish, rubber tired han
som. and they bowled home.
"My DEAR" said Mrs. Jobson pleading
ly, won't you tell me now why you've
been so perfectly love-
A foxy expression crept into Mr.. Job
sons face, which she caught as the han
som passed under an arc light.
"Well, I'll tell you, my DEAR" said Mr..
Jobson. 81 was rummaging in the trunks
in the storeroom last night, wasn't L?
Member that navy blue serge suit that
1 wore when we ant to Atlantic City
last summer? Well, in digging through
the pockets of that suit L found two
twenties and ten that you'd overlooked.
The bills were in an inside pocket of the
vest. l missed that money when we were
down at the beach, but thought I'd lost
it, and so 1 didn't say anything about it
to you. Well, seeing as how you'd over
looked all that real, sure enough money"
concluded Mr.. Jobson with a crafty
smile. 81 thought that you were entitled
to good time out of it anyhow, and''-
Mrs JObSon'S face during this recital