Doctor Jones' Picnic

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e days went by. A considerable amount of canvassing had been done among the moneyed men of the community, but with no success. No one could be found who was willing t

me, and the next move would be a trip to Washington. The idea of building a model was abandon

ent about his professional duties as usual, yet that astute little lady thoroughly understood that he was far from laying aside this great ambiti

a part most beautifully, or had dropped the matter as settled. It cost her a great struggle to keep from smiling as she looked into his troubled eyes, and at times would be obliged to put her handkerchi

the assault upon the Go

o about getting the Government interested. I really fear that she is like Sambo's mule: 'When he so quiet an' still like, yo' look out! He templatin' trouble den, shuah!' There's something up, and I must have it

detail connected with the construction of the globe. Mrs. Jones entered into the conversation, made suggestions as to the furnishing of

er in this trip," said the Doctor, fixing his eyes upon her ver

why it should be

eeks. "What an old lunkhead I have been all this time! Why, Maggie, do you know that I have been terrib

ll the time,

this time and never let me see that she understood me at all! What a li

at conclusions. There is a condi

ted now, my dea

s a real

for you are the most reasonable w

conspirators l

owing gracefully to them, "but I know about how mu

condition, Maggie

with

? Certainly yo

to the North Pole, or any oth

u-w

ve sa

with a groan. "I knew it! I knew

don't you see the utter impossibility of your going on so hard

"Haven't you said over and over in my presence that this

tor, "but, Maggie, it would be

theories? No, Doctor, I am as enthusiastic as any of you in this matter. The North Pole fever is like the measles, very contagious, and I have a severe attack of it. Now you have all agreed th

rprise to the three men that they sat sil

sed for one that Mrs. Jones wishes to acco

n him so warmly that

. "Now, Mr. Denison, on the score of o

am," cried Denison. "Yours fo

Dr. Jones, said: "Don't you see what a splendid lobbyist I

't turned the tables completely upon me, and actually stands there imploring to go with us, instead of going into hysterics and making no end of opposition. Well, honey," putting his arm about her