Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1901-05-23
Mr.. JoBsoN's GENEROSITY.

AT noon the other day Mrs. job
son received, per messenger boz. .
large, fragrant bunch of double
violets, With Mr.. Jobson's calling
card attached thereto, aud his AZ.
fectionate felicitations scrawled on
the back Of the card.
Mrs. Jobson couldn't understand
IT. She turned the violsts upside
down and sideways, and studied
them from all points Of view. Then
she scrutinized the card ~ il ID we're
written in Arabic and the lob Of
translating il were diificult and
| sloe.
| sviolets T. said she to herself
wonderingly. .And from Mr.. Job.
son Let nae recall how many
years it has been
But she conldn't recall.
u wonder If there's anything the
matter? she mused. sViolets I
And from Mr.. Jobson 7
Another messenger boy rang the
bell about three o'clock and handed
Mrs. Jebson q two pound box of
chocolate creams, nicely done up
Resting on top of the candies was
Mr.. Jobson's calling card. his az.
feetionate Fluctuations scrawIe6l ON
the back of the card.
Mrs. Jobsol, fustered by the re.
ceipt OF the violets, was now CON.
pletely fsbbergasted.
There's something wrong; I'm
sure there is ! she said TO herself.
excitedlY. SIC can't be that he's
DR.? No, this 10 out of the ques.
ton! Perhaps. though, his mind
10 wandering little-he was Eighty
when ne had return of the grip
IN December. What can the mat
ter be s? IL he has become a little
fighty again as the result Of the
grip, maybe his fiightiness hes TAX
en- the form Of the 'delirium of
grandeur that 1 was reading about
somewhere not long ago. lido wish
that he'd come home, 90 that 1
could put him to bed and put a
mustard plaster on him aud send
for the doctor. Goodness gracious
me. there surely 10 something
wrong I
Thus Mrs. Jobson worked her
self up to a high pitch Of nervous
ness. Violets and candies from her
husband, all in one day! It was
all very delightful-but it was too
delightful. Mrs. Jobson had
foreboding of trouble. However,
she put on her prettlest tea gown,
pinned the violets thereto, and
waited ahxiously for Mr.. Mr.. Job.
sous familiar step.
Mr.. Jobson got home at the usu-
al hour. He wore an expression of
benignity as he entered the vesti-
bule, where Mrs. Jobson, in sslut-
ing him, found out. that he hadn't
drank q drop.
why, you dear old extravagant
thing. you!' she said to him. i
never saw such lovely violets in nv
life, aud for those candies, Why
Tut. tut, little one,' said Mr..
Jobson sociably, don't speak Of
'em. just happened to think to
send 'em up to you, you know, and
they're no more'n you deserve, at
that. tell you what, il l were q
rich man, you'd have everything
But Mrs. Jobson scarcely heard
what he said. Little one Z she
was saying to herself. why, it's
been years and years since he
Have you been speculating in
stocks, my dear?' Mrs. Jobson ask
ed him, timidly.
Stocks! Who, me (? Well, I'd
like to see mYselfl' said Mr.. Job
son, good naturedly. No, ms'am;
no stocks for me +
Mrs. Jobson looked him over
carefully, but he was all right, so
far as she could see. HE extraor-
binary good nature sat on him as
naturally as il that we're his every
day manner. He stepped out into
the hall for moment, got pack
age that he had dropped on the
rack in coming in and opened it.
Happened to remember 90 I was
coming up. that you wanted some
books said Mr.. Jobson, in an off,
hand way. Brought you up few
and hope you'll like EN-
| Mrs. Jobson took the books and
looked them over in . dazed kind
of way. They were just the books
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