Evening star., 1903-09-19
JOBSON'S FALL SUIT

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| 'If you think you can tear yourself away
from your paper-Sovered literature for I
while this afternosn. I'd like to have 20,
meet me at my Office about half past thre'
this afternoon, ana go With me to my tail
or's." said Mr.. Jobson to Mrs. Jobson one
morning. at breakfast. about ten days ago
] I'm going to orderaa fall suit, and I'll neet
your tasty and infalhbls Judgment to picl
| out the goods. I,m tired of hearing yo,
| knock the clothesl that I pick out myself
and If let you in On the selecting of them
you'll have no knocks a-coming. I hate te
ask you to give up your rocking chair and
your ktmona makeup and your orange
backed books for the purpose of doing any,
| thing for me. but i've got to get duds that'l
meet with your artistic approval If I'm ever
to have any peace in this wickieup. Sc
don't forget to meet me-"
This is Mr.. Jobson's invariable method
OF invoking Mrs Jobson's aid, and 50 she
she'd meet him all right
Il saw piece of goods in your tailor
window yesterday that would make love-
ly suit for you.' she added.
Did? Hey?" said Mr. Jobson. well
you saw more In that window than I've
been able to see. 1t struck me that his win
dow display this fall Is much punky, and
didn't spy out any fabric that Td wear to q
.
inside. though"
When they reached the tailor's that after
noon Mrs. Jobson pointed out the piece OF
dark. rich-looking worsted.
That would look grand on you-and you
wouldn't look so stout in it. because it's
dark-stuf." said Mrs. Jobson, thoughtiess-
ly.
"Thatn be about all about my stoutness
Mrs. Jobson." said Mr.. Jobson crushingly
I'm getting pretty tired Of your music on
| that string. My stoutness doesn't bother me
any, and II you're losing any sleep on ac-
count of 1t you want to take something Tor
It,"
"Oh." hastily put in Mrs. Jobson .'I only
meant that dark goods with the almost in
visible pin stripe would give you a tall look
and"
I'm tall enough to fit into my own
game" grouchi1y broke in Mr.. JObson,
"and If you've cleaned the impression that
I'm such runt why, you don't have TO De
seen with me, you know" and then Mr.
Jobson decided to let it go at that.
AS soon as they entered the shop the tai,
lor went to one Of his counters ana picked
up bolt of goods Identical with that which
had caught Mrs. Jobson's eye in the win
dow.
i've been waiting for you to drop in SOS
| l could show this thing to you, Mr Joo-
son." said the tailor, spreading out the
goods and draping the loose end Of 1t over
his thigh. Never had anything in the
place that's better fitted for a suit for
you-seems as If it might almost have been
got up just for you. Gives you height, you
know, and slim-waisted appearance. anu
worsted goods like this never loses its
shape. can make you a swagger suit out
of this"
Just what was telling him outside, -
incautiously put in Mrs. Jobson. That's
the piece of goods that picked out when
I passed by here yesterday"
"Um," said Mr.. ,Jobson. gazing at Mrs
Jobson. and then at the piece Of cloth.
We'll: don't like it. Too dark. want
something fresh and lively-not giddy, or
anything like that, hut something that'll
liven me up .s-,-
The tailor rubbed his chin obviously when
Mr.. Jobson's eye fell upon bolt of yellow
checked tweed.
Now, there's something natty," said Mr.
Jobson. picking UP the bolt OF yellow
checked tweed Mice, warm russet tone,
fitting the autumnal tints. Not gaudy,
either. Something lively about that. Cheer
full and tasty. Calculated to make a fell
low chirk up and feel like somebody, hey?''
addressing the tailor
"Um-well." said the tailor, still rubbing
his chin, that's a. nice piece Of stock, of
course. but-er-wen. I'm expecting that
the youngish chaps will be demanding
goods of that sort for the most part. this
fall" 81
tits awfu1ly loud. don't you think?" put
in Mrs. JobsOn, addressing the tailor.
Certainly is a trifie insistent, Mrs job
ooi, iSPlicu the, LallOf, Win smile.
You can measure me for suit of that, :"
SAID Mr Jobson. squaEfng his Jaw and
handing the tailor tie bolt of yellow
checked tweed. II know what want
Mr. Jobson had assumed his I-have- spoke
manner. and there was nothing more tn he
said--the tailor had known Mr.. Jobson for
years, and so had Mrs. Jobson. The tailor
measured Mr.. Jobson for the suit of Yellow
checked tweed and week later the sniff
was delivered at Mr.. Jobson's house lust
nd Mrc Tohn
| for car ride
III just put on this new suit and give
the natives treat said Mr.. Jobson, open
! ing the box, and he did, 1t was somethins
iurlo ~ 10 look at when Mr. Jobson brought
| II downstairs on his person. and Mrs. Job
| son turned several different colors
Like it?' inquired Mr.. Jobson of her.
Er-um-well have to hurry for the car
| Piled Mrs. Jobson. evasively
The neighbors sitting on their front stems
| all took notice of Mr.. Jobson's tigerish-
looking new suit. Several of his male
| Irienos caled out and asked Mr.. Jobson
| when he had gone into the minstrel busi-
| ness, and asked him when the parade was
| going to start. One of them told him that
| he was dead ringer for the Iamented
| B;.ly Rice, the deceased end man. One OF
| MI. Jobson'S facetious cronies came to his
| front gate and felt of the suit and re-
! marked, looking at the sky, that he though,
| there might be rain soon. Another of Mr.
JCDSon 1rlendS stopped him and incurred
| where the fancy dress ball was coming off
| so early in the season. and asked Mr. Jot,.
son If that scheme of going as a race-tra ck
| tout was his own idea. Mr. Jobson in !
| fume, curtailed the car ride, and they got
| hcme about three-quarters of an hour after
| they started Mr.. Jobson went upstairs
| took off the new suit and threw 1t over the
| baHnsters down into the hall
You can give that reverberant rig of
| raiment to the ashman when he drops
| around in the morning." he bawled down
| hoarsely. to Mrs. Jobson, who had ner
| handkerchief stuffed into her mouth to
| squelch her laughter. You're pretty good
at picking out bargain crockery for the
| china closet and at selecting Junk to litter
| up the mantelpieces with, but the next time
| take you along to help pick out a suit of
| clothes for me you can hike me to, BaIti-
| more and have that paresis specialist there
| look me over. In the meantime the sooner
| you eliminate these Swampoodle ideas of
| yours as to how sensible man ought to
| dress himself the more calm we're going tO
| have around here. It's about time YOU got
| the notion out of your head that am MAX
| ing frenzied struggle to look like Ben
| ming bookmaker on the dead-line"
Mr.. Jobson is now wearing a fall suit
| made out of the fabric that took Mrs job
| sons eye in the first place, and that was
| recommended to him by the tailor. He
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