The Morristown gazette. [volume] (Morristown, Tenn.) 1867-1920, 1873-03-19
MORRISTOWN, TENN, WEDNESDAY, MARCH 49, 1878

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great snuff-box, and filed it full OF
rappee. In the evening he lighted
his cigar. as before; but no sooner
had he done so than / seated my
self opposite to him, and drawing
out my snuff-box took generous
pinch. at tie 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 1 mean to learn, .
replied
1T is filthy habit said he.
mo worse than smoking" said 1.
We debated the matter a long
time, and at last he gave up the
point, and promised to throw away
his cigars if I would throw away my
snuff.
"And he never smoked any moreF r
asked Mrs. Washburn.
Yes; he began once after; but
/ took to the snuff again, and he
gave it up
''Are you sure he don't smoke
now?'
'.If he does he never lets me see
him. Ny sitting room is not smoked
up as yours is"
''It was glorious trick"
THAT it was. and advise you to
try it upon Mr. Washburn'
II couldn't take pinch of snuff
any more than could swallow an
elephant"
:'Smoke, then. There are some
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 cured
your husband of smoking"
"It seems too bad to play such
trick upon him; he is always SO
kind, and permits me to do just as
please said the tender-hearted Mrs
Washburn.
What else could he do?'
1T looks kind of mean to me-
@sNot bit"
81 don't know as it would sue
ceed."
Nonsense! L am sure it would.
He never would let you smoke, for
husbands have an awful horror of
any impropriety in their wives"
"Then he says he has always
smoked and can't leave it off,
''Pshaw? The old story
4 am almost tempted to try it."
81 would"
1T seems SO unllind, though, that
/ have hardly the heart to try it."
"You are notional, my dear Mrs.
Washburn. When you have been
married.
The remark was broken off by the
abrupt entrance OF the ''abominable
wretch himself. Mrs. Washburn
rose as he entered, and. in spite of
the abominable odor that his breath
must have exhaled, printed a kiss
upon his tobacco stained lips.
The lady ''who had been married |
several years was disgusted. and |
after few remarks concerning the !
weather. took her leave.
Mrs. Washburn was a pretty, af-
fectionate, gentIe-hearted wife. Her
whole existence was bound up in her |
husband, as well it might be; for |
never was a husband more devoted |
to his wife than he was. To our
mind she was a model wife, none of
your stormy vixens, that set their
hearts upon attaining point and |
will pull the house down upon your
head but they will attain it.
In her eye Mr.. Washburn had on
lv one fault, and that was the viii
famous habit of smoking. which all |
her eloquence had been powerless to
overcome. She didn't ''put her foot
down. as her friend. Mrs. Volant,
had done; for-poor, gentle-heart-
ed creature-she could not think Of
a quarrel with him. and
had about concluded to make the
best Of it and let him smoke in
peace.
But there was something so ire
sistibly funny about Mrs. Volant'
plan chat she determined to try it,
and accordingly, on the afternoon of
The next day she sent the Irish girl
to the apothecary's shop for bunch
Of "Bagdad cigars" Disposing a
few of them in her work-basket,
ready for the momentous occasion,
ler mind pictured the scene that
would ensue when she should light
,ne 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
'ff. smoking herself. Would not
lis eyes stick out when he should see
Ter putting a cigar at her sewing, as
le did when he read the evening