The Farmville herald. [volume] (Farmville, Va.) 1890-1934, 1900-07-13
our GREAT EvENT FARNAvLE FAIR OCTOBER 10 IL

"Jealousy?" replied Mrs. Jobson.
trying TO look as completely mystified
as possible. jealous OF who2 On ac-
count of what? What do you"
"Oh, ! saw your eyei fash, and !
thought you were going to have an at
tack Of apoplexy," said Mr. Jobson.
Jealousy is a sorry business, Mrs. job
son-it's feeling that men are incapa-
BILE of experiencing natures are
so much larger and broader, you
know. Now. don't want you to 60 on
suffering acute misery over the com
muncation | received addressed in \
feminine hand this morning, so I'll
show ii to you on condition"
81 have not the least desire In life to
see IT," said Mrs. Jobson. She had, i'm
fact, already read it-when Mr.. Jobson
had changed his coat for his smoking
jacket on coming Nome from the office.
before he had thought to slaft the let
ter to his smoking jacket pocket.
Mr.. Jobson insisted rpon her reading
It, however, and for the second time she
read over n begging letter, written by
the female secretary of the Society for
the Raising Of a Sponge Cake Fund for
INDECENT Infants, or something of that
sort.
"When | saw that you were so ter
rifcally and unwarrantedly Jealous"
explained Mr.. Jobson, 81 concluded to
-. l. Of . 10, N
time to instruct you IN the fimsiness OF
circumstantial evidence. I'd recon-
mend you not to give vent to any such
manifestations of uncomfortable jeal-
ousyin the future, Mrs. Jobson; it's not
pretty sight, and you'd find it mighty
wearing on the system"
When the postman delivered the first
mail on Tuesday morning last there
was letter for her addressed ina strong
masculine hand. Nr. Jobson was right
behind her. and she made an inefTectu-
al effort to hide the letter beneath her
house jacket. But Mr.. Jobson's eagle
eye caught her in the attempt.
"Wbo's that one from, Mrs. Jobson?"
he asked her, In a sharp voice.
(Which one?" inquired Mrs. Jobson,
a succession Of well-defned bushes
crossing her face.
"That letter addressed in n mans
handwriting that you just stuck under
your waist" said Mr.. Jobson. severely.
Lets Just have a look at that after
you've read It, If you please"
"But it's from" Mrs. Jobson start
ed to say, looking quite extraordinarily
guilty, however, and faltering in her
speech.
"I'll Just take the trouble to ascer-
tain myself who it's from, madame, y
said Mr.. Jobson, "as soon as you've
looked over It. Pretty mysterious
business, should say. Why, Of all the
nerve that I've ever heard of, this is"
And Mr.. Jobson jammed his hands
into his trousers pockets, rufiled up his
hair, and clomped up and down the din
ing-rOOm.
Mrs. Jobson broke open the envelope,
hastily read the letter, returned it to
the envelope, and looked greatly con-
fused. She started to tear the missive
up. but Mr.. Jobson was within two
feet of her in n stride.
"Ah-hal" said he. his eyes blazing.
"You'd tear 1t up, would you? You'd
hide the evidence of-madame, I'll
trouble you to hand me that letter, and
at once"
Mrs. Jobson drew back.
"But I'd much rather not, and" she
started to say.
THAT letter instantly Mrs. Jobson!"
Just like Rawdon Crawley in the de-
nouement scene in Becky Sharp" his
breath coming and going stentoriously.
"Why, of all the outrageous"
"Well, suppose l shall have to sur
render IT," said Mrs. JobsOn, shrink
ingly. and then she handed over the
letter to Mr.. Jobson. 1t was from the
correspondence clerk Of a Washington
male tailor, and il read:
Madame: The skirt which you left
with us to be made over and refined is
finished. and we beg TO request that
you call at your convenience and try
same on, in order that we may be sure
that IL ts satisfactorily"
"Oh." said Mr.. Jobson, mopping his
forehead. That's what il is, is Y'
"Men are incapable of experiencing
such a feeling as Jealousy, aren't theyY'
inquired Mrs. Jobsc'' sweetly.
Jealousy, nothing" said Mr.. Jobson.
"Who was jealoua? l thought it was
another procrastnating letter from
that dummy OF a lawyer OF yours about
the sale Of that lot."-Washingto
Star.