Arizona weekly journal-miner., 1900-01-03
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Jones' Surprise Party
Mrs Jones Gained a Glorious
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 w genuine diplomat you'll always find her in the excelsior class. It is the privilege of her sex to go to extremes and when she sets out to attain an end she holds the possibility of death much more lightly than she does that of defeat.
 This charming little lady, who would prefer to be called Mrs. Jones under the circumstances, lives within block of Woodward avenue in one of the best sections of the city. She has been married for eight years, and during seven v-sTzf-si- -Sl nonths and siree weeks of that time there was one great drawback to her happiness. It is read fly figured from this statement that her release came but one short week ago.
 Jones must be classified as a good fellow. In few years more he is ha- ble to be called "Old Suavity," ''Old Smoothology," or by some other mod ern designation equally expressive and irreverent. His voice has Q native note of cordislity and is unctuous. His laugh is contagion, his handshake suggists wise and he at once impresses one with a desire to do something thoughtful and agreeable. The i'm pression is not misleading, and one of Jones' favorite ways of showing his generosity was to invite people home to dinner. Where the average friendly man would say to Take a cigar" or Come in and have something" Jones would smile his genial smile, laugh his happy laugh and insist that you go up and have dinner with him.
 There is a commendable feature in such display of hospitality, but what was to be condemned in Jones was the fact that he never told his wife of these sudden invasions. She repeatedly asked this consideration, but Jones is busy man and forgot. He would promise volubly and kiss his wife by way of acknowledging his shortcoming, but three days would not pass before he would surprise the patient little ma tron by suddenly landing in with from one to four men for dinner. He always told them in his hearty way that they would have to take pot luck, but no woman with the pride of housewife is going to set out stingy little spread for her husbands friends. She would suffer from it as a reflection bordering upon the shame of being niggardly and improvident. So she hustled, planned. stirred the maid to prodigies of exer- ton and gained temporary accommo- dation from the larders of her imme- diate neighbors. Frequently it was a close shave, but never did Mrs. Jones feel that her guests had been misused passable.
 Her mother frequently urged that she set these predatory birds of passage down to short rations and let them go away hungry for a few successive times. ''Thatu bring Jones to his senses" declared the elder lady. He needs lesson, and that's the way to give it to him. I'll show him. Do you expect to go through life feeding a lot of strangers on short notice? The un- certainty in itself is torture. Have some spunk about you and give Jones such setback that he'll give you due notice from now on. Iwould."
 But that is not the way of young wives. Mrs. Jones even rebuked her grim mother for such advice. and things moved along in the same uneven groove. But last Sunday there came a crisis. Saw Jones down town said