Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1856-04-07
EVENING STAR.
sc / G A B S FOR TW0;"
Or, Curing a Smoker.
CHAPTER /,

lie smokes, but no Is not an abomlnable
wretch-I am sure he is not" replied Mrs.
applied to her husband, whom she both loved
and esteemed.
Not a wretch ?''
"No, I'm sure he is not 10
eyes, he is; any husband, especially one
who has been married only year, and won t
leave off smoking when his wife desires it,
| must be a wretch
| thing husband ought to be-so kind, so de.
| voted, so indulgent. But then l do wish be
| would not smoke"
You must break him of 1.-THE cruel mon
ster"
"Nay do not call him such hard names
love him with all my heart, though he does
smoke
"Well, I suppose you do; young wives are
! apt to be foolish"
Foolish"
eyes; he sees, dare say, that you love
| him, and he takes the advantage of you"
husband ?'
"Well, suppose de there is no need of
| telling him of it. / make him think L don't
care anything about him Why L can manage
| him as easily as L could a Kitten
"I don't like that; think there ought to be
love and confidence between man and wife 4"
| "Pooh."
| "You cannot be happy with him"
| 81 should not be if became his slave"
| " Not his slave "
| "DOn't you bcli,ve it. When you have been
married as long as L have, you will get rid of
| some of these sentimental not ions, which an
swer very we'll for the first year or so, but be-
come very inc2nvenient after that"
For my part, always mean to love my
husband as much as l do now, even if it is SEN
timental.'
- See if you do. Husbands must be care
fully managed, or they become tyrants. Now,
my husband smoked the fret year after our
| marriage; but then he was n little careful
about bringing his cigar into tho house, for
told him, up and down, L wouldn't have it. -
q should suppose he would have rebelled. )"
lie did, but not at first. One night, near
| ly year after we were married, he brought
home a whole bundle of cigars, and put them
on the mantle piece. Taking one, he very
coolly lighted it. and proceeded to read the
evening paper"
That is just the way my husband does"
" was downright mad at his impudence;
| but did not say word. The next day L
| bought mOnstrOus great snuff box, and filled
| 1t full of rappee. In the evening he lit his
| cigar as before; but no sooner had he done
so, than seated myself opposite to him, and
drawing out my snuff box, took a generous
| pinch, snufing the filthy stuff into my nOstrils
at the risk of sneezing my head of >
| Glow funny"
| MY husband did not think so. He looked
at me with astonishment you take snuff p
said he. do; at least, l mean to learn L
replied. 1T is filthy habit, says he. No
worse than smoking says [. We debated the
| the point, and promised to throw away his ci-
| gars if would throw away my snuff"
| And he never smoked any more ?''-asked
| Mrs. Washburn, laughing.
| "Yes, he began once after; but took to
snuff again, and he gave it up
| Are you sure he don't smoke nOw?'
IF he does, he never lets me see him; my
sitting room is not all smoked up as yours is.'
"1t was glorious trick"
THAT it was, and advise you to try it
upon Mr.. Washburn -
81! L couldn't take a pinch of snuff any
| more than I could swallow an elephant"
Smoke, then. There are some nice little
cigars sold at the aSothecary's, made on pur-
pose for ladies. They are so mild that they
did, you wouldn't mind, so they cure your
husband of smoking.
at seems too bad to play such trick u pom
| him-he is always so kind, and permits me to
do just as L please" said the tender-hearted
| Mrs Washburn
"What else could he do ?'
1t looks kind of mean to me-"
"Not a bit'
'I don't know as it would succeed
Nonsense L am sure it would. He never
would let you smoke, for these husbands have
an awful horror of any improperly in their
wives "
Then, he says he has always smoked, and
can't leave it off.
"Pshawl The old story"
am almost tempted to try it."
81 would"
"It seems so unkind though, that l have
hardly the heart to do it"
"You are notiOnal, my dear Mrs. Wash
burn. When you have been married."
The remark was broken off by the abrupt
entrance of the ''abominable wretch" himself.
Mrs. w ashburn rose as he entered, and in
spite of the abominable odor that his breath
must have exhaled, printed kiss upon his
tobacco stained lips.
The lady who had been married several
years" was disgusted. and after few re-
marks concerning the weather, took her leave.
CHAPTER III.
Mrs. Washburn was a pretty, affectionate,
gentle-hearted wife. Her whole existence
was bound up with her husband, as well it
might be; for never was a husband more de-
voted to his wife than he was. To our mind
she was model wife; none of your stormy
vixens, that set their hearts upon attaining a
point ard will pull the house down upon your
head but they toiU attain it.
In her eye, Mr.. Washburn had only one
fault; and that was the villainous habit of
smoking, which all her elOauence had been
powerless to overcome. She didn't " put her
foot down." as her friend, Mrs. Volant had
done; for-poor, gentle hearted creature-she
couldn't think of provoking quarrel with
him, and had about concluded to make the
best of it, and let him smoke in peace.
But there was something SO irresistably
funny about Mrs Volant's plan, that she de-
termined to try it, and accordingly, on the
afternoon Of the next day, she sent the Irish
girl to the apothecary's shop for n bunch of
I" Bagdad cigars " Disposing few Of them
in her work basket, ready for the momentous
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 IF
smoking, commence the practice herself !
Wouldn't his eyes stick out, when he should
see her puffip a cigar at her saving as he