Gallipolis journal. [volume] (Gallipolis, Ohio) 1837-1919, 1855-01-18
CHAPTER II.

her leave.
CHAPTER II.
! Mrs, Washburn was pretty, affec
tionate. gentle-hearted wife. Her Who'll,
lexistence was bound up in her husband
as we'll as it might be, for never was I
husband more devoted to his wife thai
he was. To our mind she was mode
wife; none of your stormy vixen tha
sets their hearts upon attaining point
and will pull the house down on YOU
head but what they viii attain it.
In her eye Mr.. Washburn had but
one fault, and that was the villainous
habit of smoking; which all her elo-
quence had been poverless to overcome.
She did not put her foot down, as her
friend, Mrs. Volante, had done, for,
poor, tender-hearted creature, she could
not think of provoking a quarrel with
him, and had about made up her mind
to make the best of it, and let him
smoke in peace.
But there was something so irresis-
tibly funny about Mrs. Volante's plan
that she determined to try it, and ac-
cordingly on the afternoon of the next
day she sent the Irish girl to the apothe-
cary's shop for a bunch of 'Bagdad
cigars Disposing few of them in
her work-basket ready for the moment
Gus occasion, her mind pictured 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't he be surprised to see her,
who had teased him so much to leave
off smoking commence the practice her
self? Wouldn't his eyes stick out.
when he should see her putting cigar
at her sewing, as he did at his evening
paper?
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
promised her, independent of any good
result that might flow from it,
Wouldn't he beg her to smoke no more?
Wouldn't he be mortified, and wouldn't
she win the day and glory in his defeat?
Wouldn't he be glad to promise her that
he wouldn't smoke another cigar as long
as he lived? She was so delighted that
she could hardly contain herself.
Mr.. Washbun came home to tea and,
as usual, when he entered the house, he
gave her kiss and tender greeting. =
They were seated at the tea-table;
Mrs. Washburn was so full of mirth
that she came near scalding herself
with the hot tea, when she poured it
out. Her merry, mischievous laugh
rang pleasantly in her husbands 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 rest
ing on another chair, the everlasting
cigar was produced, lighted, and began
to diffuse 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
table, opposite her husband, she took
from her work-basket, with an air as
solemn as Judge, one of the Bag
dads Placing the filthy roll between
her ruby lips, she glanced at her hus-
band.
$50, so, Mr.. Smoker thought She
it would have spoiled the joke to have
said so-'we'll see whether you don't
abandon that nasty habit
Mr.. Washburn glanced at her, but
contrary to her expectations, manifested |
no surprise, and went on reading.
so, so, Mr.. Smoker thought she
again. you think I'm joking, do you?
1 will soon convince you, and the lady
took paper, and applied light to the
cigar.
But Mrs. Washburn was rather mex
perienced in the modus operandi of
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 resolute as the caliph
himself. She persevered till her extra /
ordinary exertions again attracted the
of Mr.. Washburn.
You are lighting the wrong end, my
DEAR he said, with the utmost noncha-
lance.
How provoking it is, thought Mrs. !
Washburn. why don't he remon-
strste?
You should bite of the twisted end,
and then put it in your mouth con-
tinued the husband, turning the paper.
Aided by these directions, the lady
took another cigar which she succeeded
in lighting. The first taste of the to-
bacco smoke was SO horrible; but she
had determined to be martyr for her
husbands sake, and taking her sewing,
she continued to puff as she piled her
needle, til q certain nausea compelled
her to abandon the experiment for that
time. Casting the Bagdad into the
CRATE she began to wish she had not
listened to Mrs. Volsnte.
What is the matter, my dear?-
Wasn't it good cigar? Try mine;
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