The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1903-06-05
4 COUNTRY BREAKFAST

so dubiously that Mr.. Jobson glanced
sharply at her
Doesn't make any sort OF a hit with
you. that suggestion. eh2' he said la an
time We'll. that's to be expected,
s. pOse-yOu're bound to throw cora
water on any little plan that frame
Up for our mutual pleasure II S IN yot
and you can't help it. But it's hard
hard" and again Mr.. Jobson sighed like
q sadly abused man.
Why" put in Mrs. Jobson quickly.
II should perfectly love to have break
FAST in the country, but
But what2" inquired Mr.. Jobson.
What time are we to start2' asked
Bout half-past s. said Mr. Jobson.
in a matter of-fact tone. Wen get up
at 6, and thatll give US plenty of time
10 dress and make the start at half
past s."
Mrs. Jobson rested her book in her
lap and examined her nails critically.
isn't that just trifie early for-er--
for folks to get up on Sunday morn-
fng2" she asked Of him after a pause.
Its early for people that are so lu~
formally slothful and lazy that they'd
hire somebody else to breathe for them
IL they could acridly replied Mr.. job
son. sitting up straight in his chair
But it's not early for me- nor for any
body else that has the love of the beau
tiful in nature in his makeup. It's"
But" gently interrupted Mrs. job
raw at that early hour on these morn
ings2"
ut might be for Matching silk worms
or for humming birds eggs in an in>
cubator. Mrs JObsOu." ironically re-
piled Mr.. Jobson. but I never under
stood that there was enough pOlarit,
weather in mid-May in Washington to
cause healthy. grOWn-up human beings
TO be afraid OF their lives in venturine
forth The way some people I know
love 70 nlolly-coddle and pamper them
selves gives me the sciatica. anyhow.
"Oh. the breakfast in the country
would be a genuine lark for me. again
interrupted Mrs. Jobson. only I was
thinking that it might be difficult t.,
arouse you from your Sunday morning
sleep that you always enjoy so much
and that the ride out to the country on
tne cars might make you so hungry"
Don't you worry yourself about my
hunger, Mrs. JObson." said Mr. Jobson.
settling himself back in his chair and
beginning to twiddle his thumbs. It ex-
peet TO be hungry-Td be sore if wasn't
hungry for a rafting good country
breakfast. But I want to tell YOU mad
am that there's another kind of hunger
that people Of-er-heart and sentiment
need TO have satisfied too. I'm hungry
for the woodland fragrances for the
sweet, cool morning air, for the chirrup-
ing OF the birds. for the sight of the
trees IN all their vernal verdure for the
--er-Wel, I'm sorry for people that
laundering to get close to old Mother Ma
ture, that's ALL There's something else
IN this life besides asphalt pavements
ana rows Of brick houses Mrs TObsOn.
although you never seem able to GRASP
that fact There's such a thing as a=er
starved soul as well as a starved body
and I am fixing it up so that we can
satisfy both tomorrow morning. How
ever, in order to make the proposition
attractive to you, / suppose I shall have
20 dwell upon the purely carnal fea lures
or the excursion Well, for breakfast
OUT there they have yeler-legged fried
Maryland chicken sweet country cured
ham. eggs right out of the nests muf-
rms and biscuits Of the kind that your
mother never even dreamed OF, coffee
that miugies its fragrance with the wild
honeysuclzle of the surrounding woods,
and"
"Oh. it win be delightful" exclaimed
Mrs JobsOn. uuwisely.
Huh. I knew that a catalogue of the
Things TO eat would reach YOU" sardon-
lcaliy remarked Mr.. J0bsOn you are
not bothered by anticipations Of the-er
-choiring Of the feathery inhabitants of
the forest, or the sight Of the arrovv.
silvery waters. or the-by the way. was
mat box OF cigars 1 ordered this morn
ing delivered today2 Yes? Mavbe a
cigar doesn't smoke pretty near right
after one OF those cOrking good break
Iasts in the country Wen. it's settled
We're going Screw that old alarm clock
up TO the top tension for o'clock TO-
me Tor thinking UP this scheme when we
come sailing back home about I'll O'Clock
tomorrow morning, with our lungs full
of ozone and our-er-spiritua strength
renewed. then I'm a dead frost as a
prophet"
The alarm clock went off with a buzz
that sounded like a power house getting
busy to Mrs Jobson But MIR Jobso1
never blinked. He simply turned over
on the other side and in something less
than 20 seconds he was working the
1ipsaw again. Mrs. Jobson shook him
It's o'clock" she said in his ear
Were going out to the country fol
breakfast, you know"
Breakfast? Brea kfast ready al
ready :. said Mr.. JobsOn, sieepiiy. anl
then he rested his head on the pillow
again and started to sleep some more
after about five minutes Mrs Jobsou
py dint of constant shaking. got him t,
sitting UP in bed. His face was swolleI
with sleep or the need Of more sleep.
It's cloudy now with the mornin,
nists, said Mrs Jobson. starting T.
Dress, but it's going to be a glorious
aay-and what grand time we shall
havel"
~Um." said Mr.. Jobson. grumpily
slowly and reluctantly climbing out O.
bed. Gloom, deep and dark was i'm
printed on his brow. He stood an,
gazed at his hollow in the bed a lon,
time before he began to dress
4hey got TO the car at half past +
The air was distinctly nippy. and MI
Jobson shuddered ia his light overcoat
lie leaned against a tree-box witt
sleepy, halt-closed eyes. while waiting
Apf tne car which was a long tint
coming But he said no word
HOW fresh and dewy and verdant tn,
parks look at this hour in the morn
ing exclaimed Mrs. Jobson. as the car
sped toward the trolley terminal.
I'm, replied Mr. Jobson. pulling hil
top-coat collar about his ears, and set
ting back in his seat and closing his
eyes
They waited three-auarters of an hou1
at the trolley terminal for a car to beat
them countrywards during which tim
AAr Jobson sat on the side step of Z
lunch room, shivering and more thar
half asleep.
.Listen to the cat-birds and The wood