Democratic Sentinel, Volume 17, Number 12, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 7 April 1893 — MR. JONES TELLS A STORY. [ARTICLE]

MR. JONES TELLS A STORY.

Mrs. Jones Illustrates It by Frequent Remarks. “I know the best story about Simpson to-day,” said Mr. Jones, as he settled himself comfortably for an evening at home. '“You’ve seen that fur coat of his, Maria—well, it was—” “Wait till I get my sewing, Jeptha,” said Mrs. Jones. , “There now begin.” “You know the outside of the coat is beaver—” “Whose coat?” “Why Simpsons.” “Oh, yes. Goon.” “And it isn’t to be sneezed at— ” “Oh, dear, where’s my thimble? Just let me run and get it. There, now. What was it Simpson sneezed at?” “Who said anything about Simpson sneezing? That’s just like a woman,” snarled Jones. “If you think you can sit still for five minutes I’ll go on with the story. He made a bet—” “ Who made a bet?” “ Simpson did—that nobody could tell what the coat was lined with —” "Wasn’t it fur-lined?” “If you know the story better than I do perhaps you will tell it,” suggested Mi. Jones. “ The boys all guessed—” “ What boys.?” “ The fellows —the crowd—” <‘Just let me get this needle threaded,” sail Mrs. Jones, as she tried to thread the point of a crambic needle; “lean listen better when I’m sewing. Goon.” “We were all in it, so wo guessed catskin—” “Jeptha! that reminds me, I haven’t, seen old Tom to-day.” “Confound old Tom! Will you listen, Maria, or—” “Wait till the scissors roll by. There! I’m all ready. Was that.the door-bell? Now for the story.” -“We guessed the skin of every animal in the catalogue—” “What catalogue?" “Heavens, Maria, you’ll drive me mad! Simpson won the bet, and—” “ What bet?” “About the lining. It was—” “'Then it wasn’t cat?” “No! no! It was calf—when he was in i.t | ha! ha! See?” “Rather fur-fetched, wasn’t it?” said Mrs. Jones, yawning. Then Jones rose to offer a few feeble remarks about telling a story to a woman, and expecting her to see the point, etc., etc. —[Detroit Free Press.