The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1854-11-09

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r Mrs. Washburn was pretty, affection
ate, gcntIe-hearted wife. Her whole ex
lstcnce was bound up in her husband, a
well as it might be, for never was hus
band more devoted to his wife than he was
: 10 our mind she was a model wife nom
! of your stormy vixen that sets thc
hearts upon attaining a point, and vii
pull the house down on your head bu
what they will attain it.
In her eye Mr.. Washburn had but on,
fault, and that was the yillanous habit o
smoking which all her eloquence hac
been powerless TO overcome. She die
not put her foot down, as her friend
Mrs. Volante, had done, for, poor, ten
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS, she could not think
OF provoking quarrel with him, and had
about made up her mind to make the best
OF 1t, and let bin smoke in peace.
But there was something so irresiStibIy
funny about Mrs. Volane plan that she
determined TO try it and accordingly on
The afternoon of the next day she sent
the Irish girl to the apothecary shop for
a bunch of 'Bagdad cigars Disposing
a few Of them in her work basket ready
for the momentous occasion, her mind pic.
tured the scene that would ensue when
she should light one of them. 1t was so
funny that she laughed out loud at the
idea. Wouldn he be surprised to see
her, who had teased him so much to leave
off smoking. commence the practice her.
self? Wouldn his eyes stick out, when
he should see her putting cigar at her
sewing, as he did at his evening paper Z?
She was so tickled with the plan, that
she would have put it in execution, even
if it had only been for the sport it prom.
iScd her Independent Of any good result
that might flow from it. Wouldn't he beg
her to smoke no more? Woudn'the be
mortified, and wouldn't she win the dav
aud glory in his defeat? Wouldn't he
be glad to promise her that he wouldn
smoke another cigar as long as he lived
She was so delighted that she could hard.
ly contain herself.
Mr. WaShburn came home to tea and,
as usual, when he entered the house, he
gave her kiss and tender greeting. Il
They were seated at the tea-table :;
Mrs Washburn was so full of mrth that
she came near scalding herself with the
hot tea, when she poured it out. Her
merry, misChievious laugh rang pleasant
ly in her husband ear, who, poor fellow,
could have no idea Of the terrible ordeal
through which he was doomed to pass.
When tea was over, the astral lamp
was transferred to the light stand, and
Mr.. Washburn stretched himself into
comfortable position in the large, easy
rocking chair, with his legs lazily resting
on another chair, the everlasting cigar
was produced, lighted, and began to diff
fuse its fragrance throughout the room
Mrs. Washburn could hardly control
her inclination to burst into a laugh at the
mere thought Of what she was about to
do.
Seating herself by the side of the ia.
BILE, opposite her husband. she took from
her work basket, with an air as solemn as
a Judge, one of the 'Bagdads. Placing
the fifty roll between her rubby lips, she
glanced at her husband.
so, so, Mr.. Smoker thought she-it
would have spoiled the joke to have said
so,-'we Il see whether you don tabandon
that nasty habit
MIR. WaShburn glanced at her, but con-
trary to her expectations, manifested no
surprise, and went on reading.
so, so, Mr.. Smoker thought she
again, you think I'm jok ng, do you? |
will soon convince you, and the lady took
a paper, and applied light to the cigar.
But Mrs. Washburn was rather inexpe
rienced in the moduS operandi of lighting
a cigar, and so was unable to make it go.
She lit another taper and pufed away with
all her might, but the Bagdad was as res
olute as the caliph himself. She perSc-
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gain attracted the attention of Mr.. Wash
burn. .... s.. ..... .....
You are lightning the wrong end my
dear, he said, with The utmost noncha-
lance. ...-..
How provoking it is,' thought Mrs.
Washburn. why don't hemmonstrate"
you should bite off the twisted end,
and then put it in your mouth, continued
the husband, turning the paper.
Aided by these directions the lady took
another cigar which she succeeded in
lighting. The first taste of the tobacco
smoke was so horrible: but she had de-
termined to be martyr for her husbands
sake, and taking her sewing, she conlinu'
ed to puff as she piled her needle, till a
certain nausea compelled her to abandon
the experiment for that time. Casting
the Bagdad into the CRATE she began to '