Montour American. (Danville, Pa.) 1866-1920, 1901-05-30
JOBSON WAS OBEYED.
HIS REMARKS MADE A BIG CHANGE
IN MRS. JOBSON.
But Even Then He Did Not Appear TO
BE Perfectly Satisfied and Had
Something More to Say Regarding
the Matter.

dress before Mr.. JODSOn arrival nome
the other evening. Mr.. Jobson surveyed
her disapprovingly as he hung his hat
and overcoat Oh the rack
by the way" he inquired, scrutiniz
ing her from head to foot, what have
you been doing sitting ashes or plowing
the back yard to put in a crop Of winter
wheatE
This is my hOusecleaning day." re
piled Mrs Jobson, "and the clock is
slow, SO that | didn't have time to change
my
"Oh, that's it, is it? You didn't have
time"
81 was just about to go up stairs to
dress for dinner when you came in,
and"-
That's all right what you were just
about to do. The point is that | come in
and find you looking like you'd been
caught in a Jackson City dust storm.
There's no reason why You shouldn't look
attractive around the house all the time.
What's the reason that that little Mrs.
Questreet, who isn't so much behind you
in the matter of years, always looks
pinked up and diked out in frilly wrap
pers and things every time we happen to
| call there, and
Not much behind me in the matter
| Of years" calculated Mrs. Jobson. Mrs.
Questreet is eight years older than | am,
| if she's a day! And we never happen to
| call upon her at a time of day when she's
| cleaning house, and, furthermore, she
| dings at Questreet SO that he lets her
| have all the money she wants to shop,
| and those pretty wrappers that you're
| talking about
IF Questreet gives his wife any more
| money to buy these dinky things that
make women look nice than | give you,
| then I'd just like to know il, that's all"
| interrupted Mr.. JObson. IF you haven't
| got house duds like Mrs. Questreets,
| why don't you go and get 'em! What's
more, there's no reason why you should
| do any work whatsoever around this
house. Just you let the servant girl do
the jumping up and gallivanting around
! when you want anything or | want any
thing and devote your time to keeping
yourself looking neat and pleasing"
Mrs. Jobson didn't make any reply,
| but went up stairs and made herself
ready for dinner.
When Mr. Jobson got home on the fol-
| lowing afternoon, Mrs. JObson, looking
very splendiferous indeed, met him at
| the door. She wore a new and hand
some baby blue tea gown. with lot of
cream colored lace scattered over it. Her
hair looked as if it had been done up by
hairdresser. Her feet were incased in
neat red morocco slippers, with gilt cord
sewed ON them.
well, what are you all rugged out
that way for?" asked Mr.. Jobson.
why, don't you remember what you
said last evening"?
Mr.. Jobson did remember all of a sud
den, as she saw by his expression, ami
he didn't say anything more.
How do you like my new tea gown"
inquired Mrs. Jobson cheeriy, holding
out the skirt in her hands. 81 got it to-
day for almost nothing-$34-at a sale"
Its great" replied Mr.. Jobson in a
husky sort of tone
And | got half dozen pairs of those
lovely silk stockings, different colors, for
only 81 a pair" went on Mrs. Jobson.
81 am so fond Of silk stockings for house
wear, and l know how you like silk
stockings"
Like 'em2 love 'emr gulped Mr.
Jobson.
II got these red slippers because you
seemed to like Mrs. Questreet's pair, that
Mrs. Jobson. do you like them"
They're orientaIy magnificent" said
Mr.. Jobson in a weak sort of tone. Now
let's have dinner. I'm hungry"
instead Of tripping down the stairs.
as she usually did, to superintend the
placing of the dinner on the table. Mrs.
Jobson walked over to the sitting room
table and rang a brand new gong which
she had purchased that day, while Mr..
Jobson looked on wonderingly. The serv-
ant girl wheezed up the stairs half
moment later.
Gertrude, you may serve dinner" said
Mrs. Jobson, sinking back in an easy
chair. Mr.. JObson blew his nose rather
fiercely, but didn't say anything.
| He wasn't particularly clipper during
the meal, which Mrs. Jobson sat through
without once getting up, as usual to see
about the coffee or the dessert or some
thing or other, and she went right up
stairs with Mr.. Jobson when the dinner
was finished.
my slippersW said Mr. Jobson, look
ing at Mrs. Jobson expectantly when
they reached the sitting room. Mrs. job
son smiled amiably and sounded the
gong. The servant made her appearance
presently. Gertrude, Mr.. Jobson's slip
pers-you'll find them beneath the bed in
our sleeping room," said she. Mr.. Jobson
was about to say something when the
girl had gone up stairs, but he scratched
his head instead.
"Er-where's that long stemmed brier
pipe Of mine?" inquired Mr.. Jobson after
he had settled himself for reading. Mrs
Jobson, looking up from the magazine
she had picked up, reached over and rang
the gong again.
When the servant appeared again,
grinning-for the girl was in the play
Gertrude, you'll find Mr.. Jobson's long
stemmed pipe on the window sill up
stairs" said she.
Mr.. Jobson looked at Mrs. JObson with
open mouth, but apparently thought BET
ter Of it and scratched his head again.
Mrs. Jobson pulled her easy chair closer
to the CRATE fire and leaned back luXu-
riously. About half an hour later Mr..
Jobson said, throwing down his paper:
Lets have look at that account
book of mine. l want to run up the fig
ures."
Mrs. Jobson was just about to reach
over to ring the gong again, when Mr..
Jobson stopped her with gesture.
Just suppose you cut out this Em-
press Eugene, queen of Sheba business"
said he. II don't know what this new
game Is called. but l know that | don't
want to play it any more. You don't
want to get naughty with me, Mrs. job
son. This isn't the British legation OF
the Peking palace we are living in, you
know, and we haven't got any more than
$4,000 servants, and there's no particu-
lar sense in rubbing it Washington
Star.
| Sweet Things A-shOppinR.
Judy and l got into q terrible tangle
shopping today"
How"
81 owed her 10 cents and borrowed
cents and then 80 cents"
"WeH?"
"Then l paid 80 cents for something
she bought"
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