Prescott journal. [volume] (Prescott, Wis.) 1861-1871, 1870-01-27
MRS. BUFFoN,s NERVES.

But my poor nerves, GeorgeP g.
sAh, yes, your nerves! Confound
your nerves, Mrs. Button; you are al
ways throwing your nerves 10 my face.
l say the wife of poor man has no bus
ness with nerves. There!
And Mr.. Button spitefully bit off the
end of his cigar, pulled his hat on his
head, and strobe away to his place OF
business.
But before Mr.. Button had reache d the
wholesale store down town, where he
was employed as salesman, his temper
was gone--and then, he was ashamed
of himself, as he always was; for George
Button was a good hearted fellow, des
pite his fiery temper.
Poor girl he muttered; 'poor EN-
lily; | am 10 hard on her. She's the
mother of my children, and good wife,
if man ever had one. It's not her fault
if she has bad nerves.
And the more he thought about that
business of the evening cigar, the moro
be saw that it was his duty to heed the
little wife's wish, timidly as she had ex-
pressed. And still thinking it occurred
to him that it might not be bad idea if
he were to give u smoking altogether.
He whipped a lead pencil out of his
pocket aud made calculation.
-Four cigars day-that's about my
average-at ten cents piece; that is
forty cents a day. Three hundred aud
sixty five days year--multiplied by
forty-whewi-why, it's one hundred
and forty-six dollars year! Who would
have thought it? Hum--hum--must
think it over seriously"
And thinking it over seriously, he re-
solved that, yes, that he would give up
smoking altogether.
And Mrs. Bufonl No sooner had
her husband left the house than she re.
preached herself for her selfishness.
Poor Georger said she; l ought not
to ask it Of him. He has but few en-
joyments. and suppose it is my duty to
endure bis cigar. Oh what thing it is
for woman to have nervesP
That night as the family sat around
the fire after supper, Mr.. Button took to
playing with the children, and did not
take out his cigar case.
why don't you smoke dearG-asked
Mrs. Button. t
'Oh my wife's nerves won't allow it
said Button, with good-natured laugh :.
& was to blame, George said the
wife. Smoke if you want 20 dear, |
have made up my mind that, after all, a
cigar is not such a dreadful thing. /
ought to be thankful for my good hus-
band, who always spends his evenings at
home with his family as you do
But Mr.. Button did not smoke: and
the evening passed away very pleasantly.
No further alIusion was made to the sub
ject.
The next morning, Mr.. Bufor took
out his cigar case as usual, put cigar
between his lips, and bidding his wife a
pleasant-good by, walked away; and
when he got to the corner where he usu.
ally lit bis cigar, he did not light it, but
took il carefully from between his lips
and put it back in his cigar case.
The next evening came and the next
and still no cigar was lighted. Mrs. b.
was thankful-grateful; and as month
after month passed by, and she saw that
the evening cigar was given up for good
she declared there never was so good a
husband in the world, and that she would
do something 10 give an agreeable sur
prise.
When woman makes resolve of
this sort, you may be sure something will
certainly come of it..
One night, year later, as the family
sat around the fireside, Mrs. B. said:
George. it is just year to night
since you gave up your evening cigar
just what was about to observe lit
tie wife, said Button.
You were so good about that, dear.
that thought it my duty to make an
extra effort to please you. So come in
to the bedroom, dear, and see what I
have got to show you.'
They went in, and Mrs. Button un.
covered an object which had stood hid
den in the corner, revealing a curious ir-
on and steel concern in the shape of a
big letter G..
A sewing machiner exclaimed Buff
fon. Yes dear-just what | have been
wanting for long time, you know. 1t