Quasqueton guardian. (Quasqueton, Buchanan County, Iowa) 1856-1858, 1857-05-02
You cannot be happy with him.

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| Il should not be, if I became hi
slave
| Not his slave !
Don't you believe it when you hav,
been married as long as I have, you will
get rid of some of these sentimental no
tions, which answer very well for the frs
year or SO, but become very inconvenien
after that
For my part, I always mean to love
my husband as much as / do now, ever
J, if it is sentimental
! See if you do husbands must be care
fully managed, or they become tyrants
Now, my husband smoked the first yeal
after marriage but then he was little
careful abou: bringing his cigar into the
house, for told him, up and down,
wouldn't have it.
i should suppose he would have
rebelled.'
He did, but not at first. One night,
nearly year after We married, he brought
home whole bundle of cigars, and pu,
them on the mantle-piece. Taking one,
he very coolly lighted it. and proceeded
to read the evening paper
That's just the way my husband
does.'
Il was downright mad at his impu-
dence but did not say word. The
nextday boughta monstrous great snuff
box, and filled it full Of rappee. In the
evening he lighted his cigar as before ;
but no sooner had he done SO, than l
seated myself opposite to him, and draw
ing out my snutf-box, ! took a generous
pinch, snufiing the filthy stuff into my
nostrils, at the risk Of sneezing my head
off,
How funny!'
my husband did not think so. He
looked at me with aStonishment. You
take snuff said he. Il do; at least, l
mean to learn,' l replied. 1t is filthy
habit, SAYS he. No worse than smok-
ing says /. We debated the matter for
long time, and at last he gave up the
point, and promised to throw away his
cigars if would throw away my snuff
And he never smoked any more p
asked Mrs. Washburn, laughing.
Yes, he began once after but took
to the snuff again, and he gave it up
Are YOU sure he don't smoke now p
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 l advise you to try
it upon Mr.. Whashburn.'
Il! | couldn't take pinch of snuff any
more than could swallow an elephant
Smoke, then; there are some nice
little cigars sold at the apothecary's made
on purpose for ladies. They are SO mild
that they wouldn't make you sick; though
even if they did, you wouldn't mind, SO
they cure your husband of smoking
1t seems too bad to play such trick
upon 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 bit
don't know as it would succeed
Nonsense3 am sure it would. He
never would let you smoke, for these hus-
bands have an awful horror Of any impro-
priety in their wivcs'
Then, he says he hss alway smoked,
and can't leave it Off.
'Pshaw the old story!'
i am almost tempted to try it.
Il would
1t 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 marrie--
The remark was broken off by the
abrupt entrance of the abominable
wretch" himself. Mrs. Washbum rose
as he entered, and in spite of the abomi-
nable odor that his breath must have
exhaled. printed kiss upon his tobacco
stained lips.
The lady who had been married sew
eral years was Disguised. and after few
words concerning the weather, took her
leave.
CHAPTER II.
Mrs. Washburn was pretty. Affection
ate. gentle hearted wife. Her whole
existence was bound up with her hus-
band. as well it might be; for never was
husband more devoted to his wife than
he was. To our minds she was model