Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1903-05-16
A COUNTRY BREAKFAST

Cigar aAteE Gunner on SATURDAY laSt we III
go out to the country for breakfast tomor-
row morning"
'YesT' said Mrs. Jobson dubiously-so du-
biously that Mr.. Jobson glanced sharply at
her.
Doesn't make any sort of a hit with
you, that suggestion. chr he said in an
injured tone. signing deeply at the same
time. well. that's to be expected. I
s'pose-you're bound to throw cold water
on any little plan that frame up for our
mutual pleasure It's in you. and you can't
help it. But it's hard-hard," and again
Mr.. Jobson sighed like sadly abused man.
Why" put in Mrs. Jobson quickly, Il
should perfectly love to have breakfast in
the country, but
But what?' inquired Mr.. Jobson.
What time are we to start?' asked Mrs.
Jobson.
bout half-past g." said Mr.. Jobson in
matter-of-fact tone. Wen get up at 6,
and that'll give us plenty of time to dress
and make the start at half-past g.
Mrs. Jobson rested her book in her lap
and examined her nails critically.
isn't that just a trif1e early for-er-for
folks to get up on Sunday morning.? she
asked of him after a pause
tits early for people that are so infer
nally slothful and lazy that they'd hire
somebody else to breathe for them If they
could" acridly replied Mr.. Jobson, sitting
up straight In his chair. But It's not
early for me. nor for anybody else that
has the love of the beautiful in nature In
his makeup. It's
But; gently interrupted Mrs. Jobson,
'isn't it just a-er-bit chilly and raw at
that early hour on these mornings
'.It might be for Matching silk-worms or
for humming birds eggs in an incubator,
Mrs. Jebson," ironically replied Mr.. job
son, but 1 never understood that there
was enough polaric weather in midway
in Washington to cause healthy, grown-up
human beings to be afraid Of their lives IN
venturing forth. The way some people
I know love to molly-coddle and pamper
themselves gives me the scfatica, anyhow.
If you"
"Oh, the breakfast in the country would
be a genuine lark for me- again inter
rupted Mrs Jobson. ''only l was th1nhng
that it might be difficult to arouse you from
your Sunday morning sleep that you al
ways enjoy SO much, and that the ride out
to the country the cars might make you
so hungry"
hunger. Mrs Jobson,' said Mr.. Jobson,
settling himself back in his chair and De
ginning to twiddle his thumbs. Il expect
to be hungry-Id be sore If l Wasnt hungry
for a rattling good country breakfast bue
want to tell you, madam, that there's
another kind of hunger that people oI-er-
heart and sentiment need to have satlsned'
too I'm hungry for the woodland fra
for the chirruping of the birds, for the sight
of the trees in all their vernal verdure, 1or
the-er-well, I'm sorry for people that
don't experience even an occasional hanhei-
ing to get close to old Mother Nature; that
ALL There's something else in this life pc
sides asphalt pavements and rows of prlck
houses Mrs. Jobson, although you never
seem able to grasp that fact There such
thing as a-er-starved souI as wen % a..
starved body-and I am fixing it up so that
we can satisfy both tomorrow morning.
However in order to make the proposition
attractive to you, I suppose snail nave TO
dwell upon the purely earnal dea.uses on, nj
there they have yeller-legged fried Mary
land chicken, sweet country-cured nam,
eggs right out of the nests, muhns ana
even dreamed of, coffee that mingles its
. fragrance with the wild honeysuckle OF the
surrounding woods, and
ooh. 1t will be delightful exclaimed
Mrs. Jobson, unwisely.
Huh. knew that catalogue OF the
things to eat would reach YOU sardonlcaI-
ly remarked Mr.. Jobson. You are not
bothered by anticipations OF the-er-
choiring of the feathery inhaoitants on ene
forest, or the sight of the arrowy, silvery
waters, or the-by the way was that Dox
of cigars I ordered this morning delivered
today? Yes? Maybe a cigar doesn't smoke
pretty near right after one OF those c9,k i.,s
good breakfasts in the country! Well. It's
settled. We're going. Screw that old alarm
clock up to the top tension for = o CLOCK To-
morrow morning, and If you don't thank
come sailing back home about II o'clock
tomorrow morning, with our lungs full OF
ozone and our-er-spiritua1 strength re.
newed then I'm dead frost as prophet
The alarm clock went off with a buzz that
sounded like a power house getting busy
to Mrs Jobson. But Mr.. Jobson never
blinked He simply turned over on the
other side and in something less than
twenty seconds he was working the r1psaw
again. Mrs. Jobson shook him.
ITS o'clock" she said in his ear
Were going out to the country for break
fast you know"
said Mr. Jobson, sleepily, and then he rested
his head on the pillow again and started
to sleep some more. After about nve min
utes Mrs. Jobson by dint of constant shak-
ing, got him to sitting up in bed. His face
was swollen with sleep or the need of more
sleep.
''It's cloudy now with the morning mists,"
said Mrs. Jobson, starting to dress, but
it's going to be glorious day-and what
a grand time we shall have"
''Um" said Mr.. Jobson grumpily, slowly
and reluctantly climbing out of bed. Gloom,
deep and dark, was imprinted on his brow.
He stood and gazed at his hollow In the
bed long time before he began to dress.
They got to the car at half-past g. The
air was distinctly nippy and Mr. Jobson
shuddered in his light overcoat. He leaned
eyes while waiting for the car, which was
a long time coming But he said no word.
''How fresh and dewy and verdant the
parks look at this hour in the morning."
exclaimed Mrs JobSOn, as the car sped to-
ward the trolley terminal.
"Um," replied Mr. Jobson, pulling his top
coat collar about his ears. and settling back
in his seat and closing his eyes.
They waited three-quarters of an hour at
the trolley terminal for car to bear them
countrywards, during which time Mr.. Job
son sat on the side step of a lunch room,
shivering and more than half asleep.
Listen to the cat-birds and the wood
robinsw ecstatically remarked Mrs. Jobson
when the trolley car had got under way.
You're way up on ornithology, amt
your growled Mr.. Jobson, gazing dismally
about
Ibid you ever inhale such perfectly de-
licious ARP inquired Mrs. Jobson.
well. I have to listen to a Lot Of hot
air." grunted Mr.. Jobson. budding back in
his seat.
Then came the hitch. The car halted
suddenly, and the conductor grinned en-
joyably and told the Jobsons, the only pas
sengers that the switch had burnt out"
or something of that sort, supplementing
this information with the statement that
another car would be along within an hour
or so to push them to the end OF the line.
''When'1I there be a car back to town."
Mr. Jobson hoarsely inquired of the con-
ductor.
"One due now" was the conductors re-
ply.
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