Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1900-08-30

: Mr.. JObsOn's Generosity t
Down by the Soulful Sea.

A BOUT ten o'clock the other night
~ Mr.. Jobson strolled from his no
tel down to the board walk for a final
cigar and breath of ozone. On one of
the piers he ran into a somewhat
sporty" young Washington man of
his acquaintance, sitting alone at one
of the tables.
"Howdy, Jobson,' said the young
Washington man. Ever make the &C
q~uaintance of Miss Mamie Taylor?"
Miss Mamie Taylor?" repeated job
son, looking around with a mystifed
expression. who's she? Where is
she?"
The young man g%rinned and point
ed to the -ong thin glass in front OF
him on the table.
The new summer girl" said he.
"Best hot weather drink that's been
sprung in a hundred years. Never
go up against EN-? Have one?'
"Why, that's the drink I've been
reading so much about in the papers
lately" said Mr.. Jobson. "How is it,
heady?"
Not at ALL" said the young Wash
ington man. Just gi~es you a little
DIT Oh Il 1ClI- IHdJ = all lake d OupI
of 'em. and you can throw your head
back and listen to the music. Great
things. Mamie Taylors. Try one and
see how you like it."
Believe l WILL" said Mr.. Jobson, sit
ting down at the table, and a few min
utes later he was introducing Mamie
Taylor into his system with every evil
dence of approval and enjoyment.
pretty neat, eh?" said the young
Washington man. "Have another one.
Need about four O. those to get the
right clutch, as it were"
"This'n be on me-" said Mr.. Jobson,
reckoning the waiter, and in a short
time he was getting on absorbing
terms with Mamie Taylor No. ?.
From then on until about n
o'clock in the morning it was one con-
tinual procession of Mamie Taylors,
and when Mr.. Jobson rose up and
started back for his hotel he was so
replete with sentiment and Mamie
Taylorthat he felt he had been shame
fully neglectful of Mrs. Jobson. His
utterance wasn't particularly dis
tinct when he got to his room, to
find Mrs. Jobson sitting at a win
dow, in a kimona, waiting for him;
but what he lacked in a ~clearness of
enunciation he atoned for in the
breadth of his generosity and his deep
seated remorsefulness over the past.
did it keep it's little girl waiting
all alone, and afraid of the ~burglarzes,
until all hours of the night?" said Mr..
Jobson, turning up the light and smil-
ing oleaginously. "And isn't it a
shameful, common loafer to stay out
until"
Mrs. Jobson smiled good-naturedly.
ssWhy, I don't mind your going out
alone for what men call a good time
once in awhile, my dear" h said,
amiably. "In fact, I think it does the
average man good occasionally to
"Say, you're a four-ply, t~riple-expan-
sion, doubls-distilled jewel of the first
water, that's what you are" broke in
Mr.. Jobson, land, / tell you what, 1t
makes me sore to think how emery
I am to you sometimes. 1t does, for q
fact. I'm an old, sour-natured crank,
that's what I am, and"
"Now, now,' interrupted Mrs. Job
son. you're nothing of the sort, and
/ won't sit here and listen to you
abuse yourself. You're just as good
as you can be, and,
"No'm not-not by a banned sight,
am T." put in Nh. Jobson. Don't you
dare tell me I'm anything else but a
bear and a mean tempered old repro
bate-I know it, and there's no use in
vour irving to tell me I'm al right
inst to make me feel good. Pm"
"oh, you get a little nervous once in
awhile, like other men," said Mrs.
Jobson, .sbut you're thoughtful and
kind and"
81 wish | was, but I amt anything
of the sort" insisted MFR. Jobson. I'm
a regular peevish old cuss. and I've
been getting into a rut of late years
In my way of treating You. and I'm