The Cape Girardeau Democrat. (Cape Girardeau, Mo.) 1876-1909, 1900-03-17

jealousy" replied Mrs. Jobson.
trying to look as completely mystifed
as possible. Jealous of who? On &C
count of what? What do you"
"Oh, 1 saw your eyes fash, and I
thought you were going to have an at
tack of apoplexy," said Mr.. Jobson.
Jealousy is q sorry business, Mrs. job
son-it's a feeling that men are incapa-
BILE of experiencing-their natures are
so much larger and broader, you
know. Now, ] don't want you to go ON
suffering acute misery over the COM
munication 1 received addressed in >
feminine hand this morning, so III
show it to you on condition"
81 have not the least desire in life to
see it," said Mrs. Jobson. She had, in
fact, already read it-when MI. Jobson
had changed his coat for his smoking
jacket on coming home from the Office.
before he had thought to shift the let
ter to his smoking jacket pocket.
Mr.. Jobson insisted upon her reading
it, however, and for the second time she
read over q begging letter, written by
the female secretary of the Society for
the Raising of q Sponge Cake Fund for
INDECENT Infants, or something Of that
sort.
when 1 saw that you were so ter
rifically and unwarrantedly jealous"
explained Mr.. Jobson, Il concluded to
give You q little lesson, and at the same
time to instruct you in the fimsiness of
circumstantiai 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
a 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 a letter for her addressedina strong
masculine hand. Mr.. Jobson was right
behind her. and she made an ineffectu-
al effort to hide the letter beneath her
house jacket. But Mr.. Jobson's eagle
eye caught her in the attempt.
who's that one from, Mrs. Jobson?"
he asked her, in q sharp voice.
(Which one?" inquired Mrs. Jobson,
a succession of well-defned bushes
crossing her face.
That letter addressed in a 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.
"In just take the trouble to ascer-
tain myself who it's from, madame"
said Mr.. Jobson, "as soon as you've
looked over it. Pretty mysterious
business, 1 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, ruffled 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 a stride.
"Ah-ha!" said he, his eyes blazing.
you'd tear it 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-"shA
to say.
THAT letter instantly Mrs. Jobson:"
just like Rawdon Crawley in the de-
scene in Becky Sharp" his
breath coming and going st~entoriously.
"Why, of all the outrageous"
"Well, 1 suppose l shall have to sur
it," said Mrs. Jobson, shrink
and then she handed over the
to Mr.. Jobson. 1t was from the
correspondence clerk of a Washington
male tailor, and it read:
Madame: The skirt which you left
with us to be made over and refined ia
and we beg to request that
you call at your convenience and try
same on, in order that we may be sure
that it fits satisfactorily"
"Oh!" said Mr.. Jobson, hopping his
forehead. That's what it is, is it?'
"Men are incapable of experiencing
uchafeeling as jealousy, aren't they?"
Mrs. Jobson, sweetly.
Jealousy, nothing" said Mr.. Jobson.
who was jealous? I thought it was
mother procrastinating letter from
that dummy of alawyer of yours about
he sale of that lot