Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1900-04-28
! Mr.. JOBSON AT CHURCH

Sunday \ nimbus of newborn goodness
irradiated Mr. Jobson's features as he sat
back in his Morris chair filing his nails.
Mrs. Jobson." said he, beaming upon her
quite gladsomely, what am I going to do
tomorrow? I'll give you three guesses."
An expression of alarm came into Mrs.
Jobson's features
You're not going to overhaul the attic
again and rummage through all the trunks
and chests?' she inquired, with a nervous
hitch in her chair
Nope" answered Mr. Jobson, still BEAM
ing.
surely you are not going to change the
pictures in the parlor again. and make a
terrible noise driving nails and get all the
neighbors to talking about the dissertation
of the"
Nope" Interrupted Mr.. Jobson. twid-
ding his thumbs and still looking good
natured enough to arouse Mrs. Jobsons
worst suspicious. you've got one more
guess
'Mr. Jobson," said Mrs Jobson, dropping
her fancy work and regarding him fixedly,
you surely do not intend to repeat your
and"
Nope" said Mr.. Jobson the nimbus of
newborn goodness lowering around him
more than ever. I'm going to church to-
morrow
Mrs. Jobson turned slightly pale
My dear she said. with a note of gen.
u1ne alarm in her voice ARE Won sure Won
are quite well?"
Never felt better III my life." replied Mr..
Jobson, throwing out his chest so as to
make himself look real huge and lusty. "If
felt any better 1 don't think l could
stand it,"
But" said Mrs Jobson, "this is so ex-
traordinary, SO unheard-of, so"
mats all right, Mrs Jobson," said Mr..
j o. hnr rr{tI,
OF mild, really-and-truly goodness at
may be extraordinary and unheard- of, and
several other things, but the fact remains
una. your husband Is going to church to-
morrow WHAT'S more. Mrs. Jobson, your
husband Is going to church every Sunday
hereafter as long as he lives
Mrs. Jobson looked f1ustered with happi-
ness.
Il am so glad, my dear" she said. re-
garding him with wondering fondness IT
cannot tell you how glad I am If YOU
only knew how I have waited and hoped
for you to-
Il know that, little woman" said Mr..
Jobson. with smile that was almost an
geltc, and that's one Of the reasons that
I've determined to begin to go to church
o Sundays. 1 tell you what, it's been max
ing me feel cheap and no-accouut for a
long time to see you piling out for church
on Sundays. rain, snow, in all kinds of
weather, and me sitting back here, COM
Portable as bug in rug, in slippers and
smoking jacket. with half a dozen or so of
ten-pound Sunday papers scattered around
ITS just made me feel ashamed of myself,
that 8 what 1t has done, and I've made up
my mind that it's not going to continue
any longer I'm tired Of being a heather.
1 am going to church with you Easter Sun
day. and from now on you can figure on
having me to escort you to and from
church every Sunday as long as I'm able
to walk; that's ALL
Mr.: Jobson,' said Mrs. Jobson. almost
moved to tears. Il think you are just the
best old thing that ever lived, and I al
ways told the minister and others who
have spoken to me about it that some day
you would see the light and become one of
the most Jealous workers in the whole"
Here Mrs. Jobson was moved with
happiness over Mr.. Jobson's entirely I'M
looked-for announcement that she could
not go on, and Mr.. Jobson himself appear
ed to be quite bubbling over with his new
born goodness.
Mrs. Jobson awoke on Easter morning
with a raging headache, yet she was deter
mined not to say anything about it, for
she dearly longed for the pleasure of walk
ing up the church aisle with Mr.. Jobson,
who had so long been accounted hopeless
by many members of the flock. At the
beakfast table, however, she could not for
bear placing her palm at her aching head,
and Mr.. Jobson observed the move.
Anything the matter?" he asked
Mrs. Jobson was compelled to confess
that she had a terrific headache.
II really fear" she said in a weak tone,
that 1t will be impossible for me to go to
church with you today-and I wanted so
much to 60 It's a terrible disappointment.
and If thought that 1 could possibly dress
and go with you would"
"Oh, not at all, not for worlds" said Mr..
| nurse your headache. I'll do the church at
tending for this household myself today.
I'll be getting ready right after breakfast"
When Mrs. Jobson saw him, in all the
| splendor Of his new frock coat and top hat,
| and, miracle of miracles! with her prayer
book in his hands, ready to start for
church, she was sorry she had not made q
| desperate effort to go along with him. at
cruelty. and she felt that it would have
| been an unsafe thing to do So she gave
Mr. Jobson few directions to the loca-
| ton Of her pew. told him how perfectly
sumptuous and magnificent he looked and
| then gazed after him through the parlor
curtains, tremendously proud and happy for
| all the pain IN her head, as he went down
| the street.
Her headache had disappeared when Mr.
Jobson returned from church. The nimbrs
Of newborn goodness had developed into
| a positive glow about Mr.. Jobson when he
| returned. and he spoke enthusiastically of
| the level-headed sensible, and at the same
time inspiring, sermon he had enjoyed
mo more pagan living for me-" said Mr..
| Jobson, positively, looking at himself with
| great complaisance in the glass THE
| next time l stay home from church on Sum-
| day there won't be any churches left stand
| ing to go to- that's ALL
| On Sunday morning last Mr.. Jobson
| bought a large bunch of red. white blue,
pink, green and yellow newspapers from a
| boy at the front door Immediately after
breakfast, deposited himself in his chair,
| set aglow the biggest pipe he had in his
| piperack, and when Mrs. Jobson came up
| from the basement he was a picture of
| tranquility and comfort. Mrs. Jobson
| walked around the room a bit, fixing the
things on the mantels and tables, before
| sha ventured to speak.
| Its time to dress for church, Mr.. job
| son. she said, trying to pretend that she
| was taking his going along with her all as
la matter of course
That so?" said Mr.. Jobson. removing his
pipe from his lips for a. moment. Then
| why don't you dressF'
"Oh, I'll be ready in a jiffy," said Mrs.
| Jobson. still in a matter of-fact manner.
| But you have to shave and to-"
| who, me?" said Mr.. Jobson, putting Sc
renely at his pipe. "Oh, no. I don't. !
| shave tomorrow morning, before going to
| the Office I'm too busy to shave just now -
But you are surely not going to church
without shaving?' said Mrs Jobson.
| Mrs. Jobson," said Mr.. Jobson, sitting
| forward In his chair and pressing down the
tobacco in the bowl Of his pipe, I'm not
| going to shave, and I'm not gong To
church. You win remember that 4 had the
right feeling in me last Sunday, and that I