The Morristown gazette. [volume] (Morristown, Tenn.) 1867-1920, 1873-03-19

and, as usual, when he entered the
house he gave her a kiss and tender
| greeting. They were seated at the
tea table Mrs. Washburn was SO
full of mirth that she came near
scalding herself with the hot tea
when she poured it out. Her mer-
ry, mischievous laugh rang pleasant
" in her husbands ears, who, poor
fellow, could have no idea of the
terrible ordeal through which he was
| doomed to pass.
When tea was over, the astral
lamp transferred to the light-stand,
and Mr.. Washburn had stretched
himself into comfortable position
in the large, easy recking-ehair. with
his legs lazily reposing in another
chair, the everlasting cigar was pro-
duced, lighted, and began to diffuse
its fragrance through the room.
Mrs. Washburn could hardly con-
troll her inclination to burst into a
laugh at the mere thought of what
she was about to do. Seating her
self at the side Of the table, oppo-
site her husband, she took from the
work-basket, with an air as grave
and solemn as Judge, one of the
''Bagdads." Placing the filthy roll
between her ruby lips she glanced
at her husband.
''Now. Mr.. Smoker" thought she
it would have spoiled to have said
tive will see whether you don't
abandon that nasty habit"
Mr.. Washburn happened to glance
at her, but, contrary to her expecta-
ton, he manifested no surprise, and
went on reading the Transcript.
so so, Mr.. Smoker" thought she
again, '.you think am joking, do
you? I will soon convince you;"
and the lady took paper and ap-
piled light to the cigar.
Mrs. Washburn was rather mex
perienced in the naodu8 operandi of
lighting cigar. and she was unable
to make it go. She lighted another
taper, and puffed away with all her
might; but the Bagdad was as reso-
lutte as the great caliph himself She
persevered till her extraordinary
exertions again attracted the atten-
ton of Mr.. Washburn.
'sYou are lighting the wrong end,
my dear,' said he, with the utmost
nonchalance.
How provoking he isn' thought
Mrs. Washburn, ''why don't he re-
monstrate?''
"You should bite the twisted end,
and then put it in your mouth con-
tinued the husband, turning to the
paper again.
Aided by these directions the
lady took another cigar, which she
succeeded in lighting. The first
taste of the tobacco smoke was hor-
rible, but she determined to be
martyr for her husbands sake, and
taking her sewing, she continued to
puff away as she Piled her needle.
till certain nausea compelled her
to abandon the experiment for that
time Casting the Bagdad into the
CRATE, she began to wish she had not
listened to Mrs. Volant.
''What is the matter, my dear ?
Wasn't it good cigar? Try mine
they are Monte Christos of the first
quality = and the imperturbabIe Mr..
Washburn offered her the choice from
his case.
mo, thank you, my dear; will
not smoke any more tonight"
''But what's the matter, Mary
you are as pale as sheet p
II feel a little faint / shall be
better in the morning" And Mrs.
Washburn was obliged to leave the
room.
Poor woman She was sick all the
evening. But the next day Mrs.
Volant, who had called to learn the
success of the experiment, advised
her to try again, assuring her that it
would not make her sick the second !
time.
Mr.. Washburn had a couple of his
Intimate friends at his house to play |
a game of whist the next evening,
and the devoted wife resolved to try /
the effect of smoke in their pres
ence.
When the party were seated Mr..
Washburn handed around the cigar
case.
Wont you smoke, my dearF'
asked he, tending the cigars to his
wife.
81 will but you know, Joseph,
that l never smoke your cigars, they
do not suit my taste.''
"Whew, that was COOL"
Mrs. Washburn lit Bagdad.
''Is it possible you smoke. Mrs.
asked Mr.. Barnes, as
tonished at the singular spectacle of
a woman putting away at cigar. for
all the world like loafer in a bar
room,
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