The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser., 1903-07-31

below to the cellar to separate two
long tons Of unburnt black diamonds
from about half a ton of powdered
ashes.
He dumped the apples out of the
newly bought barrel so as to use it as
a receptacle for the ashes and went to
work with his nice, new, long-handled
sitter. A few grayish clinkers were
all that remained in the bottom of the
sitter after the first try-out.
"That's only the surface stuff
haven't got into the pay ore yet"
growled Mr. Jobson to himself as he
solemnly dumped the sitter "com-
bustible fuel' into corner of the Gel
lar, and he loaded the sitter up once
more. He so overloaded the sitter
that when he lifted it up to resume
operations over the barrel the handle
broke of close to the body of the con-
traption, and the ashes fell all over his
legs and feet and the dust started him
off on such fit of coughing that be
had to rush for the cellar sink for a
drink of water to clear his throat.
He sat down in the dark cellar for
slight rest, and then he grasped the
sides of the sitter after having labori-
ously and pantingly loaded it up again,
and started to work the thing that way.
He hadn't been at the system more
than two minutes before he began to
feel the blisters rising on bis palms.
He probably would not have minded
the blisters so much had he been able
to see that he was accomplishing any,
thing and making good on his predic-
tion to Mrs. Jobson that when he got
through sitting the cellar would be
piled up with redeemed coal. The
ashes dropped through the sitter as if
they were so much water, and when
Mr.. Jobson saw how things were going
with his scheme he began to glare
around viciously. He worked at his
selfappointed task for more than two
hours, and when ne had finished he
hadn't accomplished clean up of more
than a good sized scuttle full of coal.
He was seated on a box, gnawing
his nails, and gloomily surveying the
situation, with the dust caked half an
inch thick on his brow, when Mrs.
Jobson incautiously descended the
cellar steps.
Her gaze quite passed over the tiny
pile of clinkers in the corner OF the
cellar that Mr. Jobson had chosen for
his great showing, and she glanced all
around wonderingly and curiously.
"Oh,' she remarked, ~ thought you
had begun. You haven't started yet,
then?"
For reply Mr.. Jobson got up from
his seat on the box, took hatchet and
deliberately chopped the sitter into
bits, hurling the remains Of it into the
furnace.
Eyes, madam" he replied, in tone
that was designed to carry a vast
amount of intensity" 81 have started,
but you have got the start of me-
Don't presume to tell me that you
didn't hustle out and get that colored
youth with the sitter to race over here
and sift this pile of ashes during my
absence. Don't tell me that he didn't
carry out the couple Of tons of coal
and cnders that he got out of the pile
and don't tell me that you haven't
deliberately permitted me to work
down here on an idiotic mission for the
past three or four hours. You look
guilty, and you'll never convince me
that you haven't deliberately made a
chimpanzee of me, as l felt all along
you would! You may pack that
steamer trunk with my few personal
belongings. l leave this conniving,
conspiring establishment within an
hour, never to return in the fleslI!''
However Mr.. Jobson was still at his
home when the shades of night fell,
and when one Of his favorite cronies
dropped in for a chat Mr.. Jobson's
manner was particularly cheerful and
he didn't say anything about going
away for an indefinite period.
"This paper says thet they have jest
deescovered the ree-mains of a 2O-foot
saurin on th' banks of th' Penobscot
River"
"What's saurin?'
81 dunno. Guess mebby it's one O
them misprints for sardne."
"There amt no 20 foot sardines."
"Well, there might be the rec mains
of one"
II don't believe it. Doyou suppose
anybody'd want ter buy box of sch
sardines? l guess not"
You're too dern critical. Eff there