Democratic Sentinel, Volume 17, Number 14, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 21 April 1893 — MRS. JONES' MISTAKE. [ARTICLE]

MRS. JONES' MISTAKE.

She Jumps at a Conclusion and Gets the Wrong Idea. “How long is it since you’ve seen Hank Smith?" asked Mrs. Jones, as she washed up the silver and put it in the china closet. “I saw him yesterday,” said Mr. Jones pensively; “he was buried ” “Mercy goodness, Jeptha! You don’t mean to tell me that great strong Hank Smith was buried yesterday! Dear, dear, what are we coming to? And so Mrs. Hank Smith’s a widow! I do wonder how she’ll look in black. Won’t she splurge round, though, on Hank’s money! She ain’t a little bit goodlooking, but she thinks she is. Boor Hank, the world isn’t worth much to a man when his wife's a widow. Something has stained that butter knife black. Do you suppose it's sterling silver? I know Mr. Sterling's name is on jt somewhere. And so poor Hank Smith is gone?” “Gone where?” asked Mr. Jones, looking up with a curious twinkle in his eye. “How should I know, Jeptha? That depends on how he has lived. What was it that carried the poor fellow off?” “Who said anything about his being carried off?” “Why, you did, Mr. Jones, you said be was buried yesterday.” “So he was, but you chipped in, as usual, and interrupted me before I got to the end of my sentence—he was buried in thought.” “The land sakes!” exclaimed Mrs. Jones, as she dropped a dozen teaspoons on the floor, “what a turn you've- given me, Jeptha, and all for nothing.”— Free Press.