Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1904-12-17
voted herself to stirring the sugar in her

voted herself to stirring the sugar in her
coffee
Rubbed. hey" said Alr Jobson.
scratching his chin. well, its about
time that coat began to rub some isn't
it? Let's see. you've had that piece Of
fur since" and he leaned back in his
chair and Logan to calculate.
What they wearing in fur coats now,
anyhow" said Mr. Jcbson. after his cal
cuIating silence.
"Oh. everything, replied Mrs. JoUsor.
Mink. marten. Persian lamb. seal, of
course. squirrel-it's a very diversified
year for furs--cveryj hing seems 10 be
fashionable"
"Um" mused Mr., Jobson still looking
thoughtful.
After Mr.. Iohsou had cot away with
his two after-dinner smokes that even
ing Mrs. JobsOu got him tu accompany
her on Il walk downtown to take look
at the shop windows in their Christmas
fiucry. Needless to say she steered him,
before he tired and began to think of his
pipe end his armchair. to the furricr's
window in which her squirrel Goa was
fastened loosely and jauntily around the
person Of a handsome, dark-halred wax
lady
The wrap OF thc dark-haired lady Of
wax claimed Mr.. JObson's attention at
once.
What Kind Of an animal or birc fur
nished the pclts for that coat?" he asked
Mrs Jobson. oyiucing distinct interest in
the garment. which looked distinctly
swagger in the mellow light of the fur
rier'S window.
"Why. that's one of the new squirrel
coats. replied Mrs, JObson. not with any
particular show Of interest That is.
they first came III last year.
Like The thing" inquired Mr.. job
son. viewing Mrs. JobsOn with what he
thought was a fine craftincSS out OF the
slarts OF his eyes.
"Um-ye-es." answered Mrs. JObson;
Its handsome, of course. little ultra,
as the milliners say cf the striking hats
they make. but | suppose that is be-
cause the squirrel coats are so new, and
because wc are not used to them yet
"WelI," said Mr.. Jobson. right at him
self when Mrs Jobson's view seemed to
clash with his own Il think that coats
lust ripping myself-think its immense.
It's"
But" mildly interposed Mrs. JObson,
somehow or another that squirrel fur
ALWAYS looks to me as If and here she
laughed merrily-''well. as if a cow had
licked il the wrong way, don't you
think
Mr.. .Iobson cooked his head on one side
ana then shook it negatively.
No" he replied, Il don't think any
thing of the sort Of course, the hide
doesn'tlie down pat and fiat. like the Sat
urday night haircut of a plumbers ap-
prentice. | suppose you'd want 'em to
use bears grease or vaseine to make
that fur lie down as fiat as pancake,
Ell" Did you ever see squirrel with his
hair living as close to his hide as if he'd
been swimming in Standard oil tank?"
Mrs. Jo5son was constrained to reply
that she had never Witnessed such phe-
nomcEOn.
Nov" went on Mr.. JobSon, "that-er
that sticky-up. sort O pOrcupiny look
OF that squirrel coat is just the thing that
makes the hit with me. It's artistic. |
hate these cut-and-dried, too blamed
smooth things. anyhow. There's a sort
of Jolly carelessneSs about the this-way-
and-that look of that squirrel fur that
strikes me-looks like a good, strong,
nipping breeze We're blowing against il.
eh""
'WeiI, replied Mrs. Jobson. musingly.
with finger to her lip 'it has a sort of
artistic effect when viewed from that
standpoint. really
"Of course it has" eloquently put in
Mr. Jobson. expanding with his subject.
by Jove. | didn't give You credit for
being able TO catch my meaning. You're
coming along, for a fact-association
after all these years. is at length begin
ming to do marvels for you" and Mr..