Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1901-08-17
He HAD HIS WAY AGAIN

HI HAD HIS WAY AGAIN
Don't you think" said Mrs Jobson, as
she was packing the trunks down at the
beach on Friday night last for the return
to Washington after the six weeks vaca-
tion, that we'd better take morning
train tomorrow SO that We can get home
in time to
Nope" interrupted Mr.. Jobson, who was
stretched out on couch enjoying the
spectacle Of Mrs. Jobson working at the
trunk packing; 81 Cont. Don't think any
thing Of the sort. We're going to take the
train at O'Clock tomorrow evening. as /
arranged. It seems to me that you are
almighty anxious to drag me away from a
place where I've had little temporary
release from the strain of the toiling and
moiling to keep UP my membership In the
building and loan association, anyhow.
Just makes you sad to see me enjoy myself
little, doesn't 1t? Causes you to get rest
less and unhappy when you see that I'm
not laboring under the nerve-racking ten
sion Of business, doesn't it? Begrudge me
little bit Of summer recreation. don't
your?
Have you finished?' said Mrs. Jobson,
with just a little acerbity. Il only sug-
gested that We take an earlier train for
the reason that it would be wise for us to
marketing for the Sunday meals. There's
not solitary thing in the house to eat,
as you, Of course. know as well as do,
and if your breakfast on Sunday morning
isn't ready and the table right on the
minute, just as II you hadn't budged away
from the house this year. you know that
you'll"
Don't know any such a thing, cut in
Mr.. Jobson. There's a whole lot too much
taken for granted in your forecasts of these
things. Mrs Jobson. If l was in the habit
Of crossing SO many bridges before coming
to 'em as some folks l know, I'd have been
chasing imaginary bats and beetles in a
foolish house about 21S years ago."
. Mr.. Jobson punched the couch pillows. lit
another cigar. and lay back the picture Of
slothfulness, while Mrs Jobson ransacked
the bureau drawers to finish the packing.
WELL she said, after pause, Tn
sure don't know what In the world were
going to do for something to eat on Sun
day, and for Ice, and for"
Madam" said Mr.. Jobson. rising up on
one elbow, lust you do things the way 1
want them done once in a while, won't
you? have fixed it in my mind that de-
sire to leave this place for Washington at
o'clock tomorrow evening. VIII you do
me the favor to let it go at that? VIII you
endeavor to let the fact percolate through
your intellect that want to have one more
sea bath before l go back to the strenuous
life of toll in Washington? Did you ever
hear of anybody but an imbecile leaving
summer resort at or o'clock on Satur-
day morning, as you-
Il didn't say anything about such an UNI
earthly hour. l said"
at or 8 O'Clock on Saturday morn
ing, as you distinctly said and repeated
three or four times over? Can't you man
age to forego some of this fussiness that
is becoming habitual with you lately?
Won't you"
But put in Mrs. Jobson, expostulating-
ly isn't it plain to you that We shall have
to partake Of food on Sunday, and that
Mrs. Jobson." he broke in nothing is
plain to me just now except that l desire
to forsake this pleasurable resort at OF
the dial tomorrow afternoon, as have ar
ranged. Why do you find it absolutely
necessary to be perpetually harping upon
the carnal question of food?" and Mr..
Jobson, who had only dined about an hour
before, patted his stomach comfortably.
cor is the question OF food, after all. the
only one that actuates you in your journey
through life? How is it that. right here
within the moanful sound of the plaintive
sea- he went on, POLITICALLY, your mind
yanks you back to the gross consideration
of questions of food? Why"
But" Mrs. Jobson once more inter-
rupted that is my department, is 1t not?
And what in the wide. wide world are we to
do for sustenance on Sunday II you per-
sist-
Madam, the Lord will provide" said
Mr. Jobson solemnly Meanwhile, L de-
cline to permit you to throw a shadow
over my enjoyment during the small re-
mainder Of my stay down here. There are
a whole lot of things in this planetary life,
Mrs JObson, besides breakfasts and din
ners and suppers. However, II You desire
me to enter into this totally unnecessary
apprehension Of yours that you're going to
be starved on Sunday next, permit me to
suggest to you that there Is a restaurant
or so in Washington, I believe"
Yes said Mrs Jobson, and I can see
you now getting up on Sunday morning
and putting on your clothes and going
down town to a restaurant to get your
break"
'It doesn't make any difference what
your powers as clairvoyant enable you
to see now Mrs. Jobson." said Mr.. Jobson,
sternly, 1.-The fact remains that we are to
prolong our stay at this place until 8
o'clock tomorrow afternoon, and that we
are not, as you so inhumanly suggest
going to get up at or 3 o'clock tomorrow
morning to plough around for milk train,
just to satisfy your fears that you're go
ing to be wasted to living skeleton on
Sunday for the want Of food. I'm not
kicking about food for Sunday, am L? Not
much! You are speaking entirely for
yourself. If the commissariat problem
presents itself to me upon my arrival in
Washington. all right I'll attend to it.
You don't look as II I've been starving
you to any great extent during the past
twenty years or so, so far as I can see''
1t was after midnight when the Jobsons
got into Washington on Saturday night
last, or rather Sunday morning They
found the house close and stuffy and with
| a strong fragrance Of mating and varnish
| permeating all of the rooms and one of the
first things that Mr.. Jobson did was to
walk unconsciously to the refrigerator in
the basement to look for a bit of snack
Bling" he murmured, fOrgetfully, but
I'm hungrier'n grizzly after hard win
| ter up tree. and"
However. he caught Mrs. Jobson's eve at
this point. and broke Off suddenly. The re-
frigerator. Of course, was bare as a
bone. Mr.. Jobson was just about to ask
Mrs. Jobson to make a pitcher Of ice wa
ter. but he remembered in time why there
wasn't any Ice, and he passed UP that re-
quest. He was so hungry during the night
that he had hard time to get any sleep
He was dreaming about something to eat
when the sunlight began to stream into
| the room on Sunday morning, and was
still half asleep when he muttered to Mrs.
| Jobson:
breakfast ready?"
breakfast" said Mrs Jobson, sitting I'D
in bed and beginning to plait her hair EFF