The Baltimore County union. [volume] (Towsontown, Md.) 1865-1909, 1900-12-08
makeup, but Mr.. Jobson didn't no.

makeup, but Mr.. Jobson didn't no.
tice that
"Hey, Zeb," called out Mr.. Jobson
from his position on the steps, "d'ye
want the job O. putting that coal in ?
Give you dollar for the job if you
hustle"
The dark-skinned man in the cler-
ical raiment stopped and regarded Mr..
Jobson reprovingly.
"No, SIR" he replied, looking Mr..
Jobson square in the eye, II am not
in quest of employment of that char
acter, and you will permit me to say
that you exhibit a peculiar lack of
judgment in making such a PROPOSE
ton to man of my CLOTH.
Mr.. Jobson just stood on the steps
and gurgled and choked wrathfully
as the man and brother passed on
down the street, and then he glared
into the parlor window to see if Mrs.
Jobson wasn't laughing at him. Mrs.
Jobson wasn't visible, however, and
SO Mr.. Jobson whistled to white
youth across the street and gave the
youth quarter to take the horse and
buggy back to the livery stable.
Then Mr.. Jobson went upstairs, put
on the most disreputable suit Of
clothes that he could find in the store
room and clomped down again. He
dug a bushel basket and an old rag
ged-edge shovel out of the cellar and
made his appearance in the basement
areaway with these tools.
''What are you going to do ?" call
ed out his wife, from above.
"Do l look like m going to har-
vest dancer" growled Mr.. Jobson.
''I'm going to put every solitary
ounce of those FIVE tons of coal in my
self, that's what I'm going to do.
The only way can get anything done
around here is to do it myself. If 1
don't have the spot where that coal
stands swept and brushed clean inside
of an even IS minutes I'll deed you
this house and lot, that's ALL"
Mr.. Johnson began to work as if he
were putting out confagration. He
piled the first basketful about foot
over the rim thereof, with the re-
suit that he could barely move it.
But he knew that Mrs. Jobson was
watching him out of the front win
dow, and he resolved to lift it or die,
without jettisoning any of its cargo.
It was tremendous effort, but he
finally achieved it, not, however,
without spilling about third of the
coal on the trip from the pavement to
the cellar. He only filled the next
basketful up to the top; nevertheless
he snorted and grunted a good deal
as he carried the load to the cellar.
The perspiration began to stream
down his Redeemed face and the clouds
of coal dust mingled with the perspir-
alton, and inside of ten minutes after
Mr.. Jobson had gone at the job he
was sight. He might have passed
for somewhat over-heshy stoker in
the furnace room of steamship.
Meanwn1ie the neadS OF all the
women neighbors began to appear at
their front windows. Mr.. Jobson
saw their heads between the curtains
out of the slants of his eyes, and the
sight made him boil within. When
he was just about to stoop over to lift
one of the loads the merry, roguish-
eyed little widow down the street trip
ped by, nodded sweetly to Mr.. job
son as she passed. Mr.. Jobson felt
that she was laughing at him, and
this didn't increase his happiness.
Then one of Mr.. Jobson's neighbors,
who was taking his annual leave at
home, strolled over and leaned lux
uriously against Mr.. Jobson's iron
fence.
Training for the football games,
old mani" inquired Mr.. Jobson's
neighbor, cheerfully. "Say, that
kind O. thing beats the dickens out of
dumb-bells and Indian clubs and
obesity pills and stuff like that for
taking off superfuous fat, doesn't it !?
But what dye want to wear a coat
for when you're doing that kind O.
work What's the matter with that
shirt waist you wore on one only and
final occasion awhile ago?"
Mr.. Jobson growled some inrudible
reply, and his neighbor went back
across the street, smiled back every
few steps.
After Mr.. Jobson had slowed about
a quarter Of ton of the coal in the
cellar he found that he had a slight
nose bleed, to which he is subject.
He pressed a grimy handkerchief to
his nose and clonped up the front
steps.
Madam" said he, in asepulchral
tone, 81 trust you perceive what your
total lack Of consideration has done
for me. The violent labor which
you deliberately and cold-bloodedly
thrust upon me has brought on Sc
we're hemorrhage. What the outcome
of it is to be is purely problematical.
1t may put me under the ground, or
1 may survive it. If do survive it,
however, and I ever again permit you
to reduce me to the level of coal
HEAVIER, want you to just send me a
special delivery letter marked Rush =
to that effect, and I'll know what 1e-
gal steps to take in the premises,
that's all !"-WaSAing.ton Star.
AN ESSAY ON HABIT.