The Highland weekly news. [volume] (Hillsborough [Hillsboro], Highland County, Ohio) 1853-1886, 1871-11-23
MRS. DUFFON's NERVES,
nBut my poor nerves, George Y

the end of bis cigar, pulled his hat
on his head, and strOde away to his
place of business.
But before Mr.. Button had reach
cd the wholesale store down town,
where be was employed as a sales
man, bis temper was gone-and
then he was ashamed of himself, as
he always was for George Button
was good hearted fellow, despite
bis fiery temper.
Poor girlP' he muttered: ''pOor
Emily I am too hard on her.
She's the mother of my children,
and good vile, if man ever had
one. It's not her fault if she has
bad nerves"
And the more be thought about
that business Of the evening cigar,
the more he saw that it was his duty
to heed the little wife's wish, timidly
as she had expressed it. And still
thinking, it occufred to him that it
would not be 3 bad idea if be were
tn quit smoking altogether. He
whipped a lead pencil out of his
pocket and made q calculation.
HFOur cigars a daV-that's about
my average-at FIVE cents apiece,
that's twenty cents a day. Three
hundred and sixty-five days in a
year-multplied by twenty-whowl
why, it's seventy-three dollars a
yearl Who would have thought it p
Observation-Disclosures think it over
seriously"
And thinking it over seriously,
be resolved, that, yes, he would
give up smoking altogether.
And Mrs. Button ! No sooner
had her husband left the house than
she reproached herself for her sell
Gshness.
"Poor George P' said she; 81
ought not to ask it of him. He has
but few enjoyments, and suppose
it is my duty to endure his cigar
/, Oh, what a thing it is for woman
TO have nerves !"
That night as the family sat
!, > around the fire afler supper, Mr..
Button took to playing with the
Il children, and did not take out his
cigar case.
why don't you smoke, dear ?"
asked Mrs Button.
"Oh, my wite's nerves won't allow
= it," said Mr.. Button with a good
natured laugh,
81 was to blame, George" said
i the wife. "Smoke if you want to,
dear. I have made up my mind
that after all a cigar is not such a
/, dreadful thing. ought to be thank
full for my good husband, who al
ways spends his evenings at home
with his family, as you do"
y But Mr.. Button did not smoke
= and the evening passed away pleas
" anuy. No further aIlusiOn was
made to the subject.
/ The next morning Mr. Button
. took out his cigar case as usual, and
put cigar between his lips, and
, - bidding his wife pleasant gOod-by
= walked away ; and when he got to
: the corner where be usually lit his
cigar, he did not light it, but took
: it carefully from his lips and put ii
back in his cigar case.
:, The next evening came, and the
= next, and still no cigar was lighted.
\ Mrs, Button was thankfuI-grateful
and as month after month passed
. by, and she saw that the evening
~ Il cigar was given up for good, she
,s declared there never was so good a
- husband in the world, and that she
:. would do something to give him al
4 agreeable surprise.
- When a woman makes a resolve
r. of this sort, you may be sure some
=, thing will certainly come Of it.
~ One night, a year later, as the
!, family sat around the ireside, Mrs
i, Button said
- "George, it is just a year to-nigh
,e S since you gave up your evening
70 cigar!'
&c "Just what 1 was about to observe
4 little wife," said Mr.. Button.
m "You were so good about that
a. dear, that l thought it was my duty
q. to make an extra effort to pleas,
you. SO come into the bed room
40 dear, and see what 1 have got t,
bo show you"
- They went and Mrs. Button un
:. covered an object which had stoo,
- in the corner, revealing curiou
- little iron and steel concern, in beau
h, tiful shape.
- "a sewing machine /" exclaime,
~ ~ Mr.. Button.
~ eyes, dear-just what have beel
ia. wanting for long time, you know
ho 1t will save a great deal OF expense
- for now 1 can make all the children
.. clothes myself, just as well as nc
TO say nothing of your ow
shirts, George"
ew "Where did you get the money
he Emily ?"
re- Saved it from the grocer, tn
'ue butcher and the baker, George. Ab
an you don't know how a few cents
ow day will count up"
ore "Don't II" whispered Mr.. Blu
lou fon.
II got the machine yesterday a