Connecticut western news., 1873-02-28
VOL. IT..

"It seems so unkind, though, that have hardly the heart to try ii.
 -" You are notional, my dear Mrs. Washburn. When you have been mar ried-"
 The remark was broken on 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 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 pretty, affec- tionate, gentle hearted wife. Her whole existence was bound up in her husband, as we'll it might be; for never was husband more devoted to his wife than he was. To our mind she was a model wife, none of your stormy vix- ems, that set their hearts upon attaining point and will pull the house down upon your head but they will attain 1t.
 In her eye MT. Washburn had only one fault, and that was the villainous habit of smoking, which all her elo- quence had been powerless to overcome. She didn't "put her foot down." as her friend, Mrs. Volant, had done for poor, gentle-hearted creature could not think of provoking quarrel with him, and had about concluded to make the best of it and let him smoke in peace. .<.=. -
 But there was something so irresist- ibly. funny about Mrs. Volant's plan that she determined to try it, and ac- cordingly, on the afternoon of the next day she sent the Irish girl to the apoth- ecary's shop for bunch of " "Bagdad cigars. Disposing few of them in her work-basket, ready for the momen- tous occasion, her mind pictured the scene that would ensue when she should light one of them. It was so funny that she laughed out loud at the idea. Wouldn't he be surprised to see her, who had leased him so much to leave off, smoking herself. Would not his eyes stick out when he should see her pufing cigar at her sewing, as he did when he read the evening paper.
 She was so pleased with the plan that she could have put it into execution, even if it had been only for the sport it promised, independently of any good result which might flow from it. Wouldn't he be mortified, and would she not win the day and glory over his defeat? Wouldn't he be glad to promise her that he wouldn't smoke another ci- gar as long as he lived? She was so delighted that she could hardly contain herself. ...
 MT. Washburn came home to tea, and, as usual, when he entered the house he gave her 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- ", mischievous laugh rang pleasantly in her husbands ears, who, poor fellow, could have no idea of the terrible or deal through which he was doomed to pass.
 When tea was over, the astral lamp transferred to the ight-stand, and Mr. Washburn had stretched himself into a comfortable position in the large, easy rocking chair, with his legs lazily re- posing in another chair, the everlasting cigar was produced, lighted, and began to difuse its fragrance through the room.
 Mrs. Washburn could hardly con- trol her inclination to burst into 8 laugh at the mere thought of what she was about to do. Seating herself al the side of the table, opposite her bus. band, she took from the work basket, with an air as grave and solemn as g judge, one of the "Bagdads." Placing the filthy roll between her ruby lips she glanced at her husband.
 "Now, MT. Smoker" thought she-it would have spoiled to have said it. ,"we will see whetheryou don't abandon that nasty habit"
 MT. Washburn happened to glance al her, but, contrary to her expectation he manifested no suprise, and went o1 reading the Transcript.
 "So so, MT. Smoker" thought she again, "you think I am joking, dt you? I will soon convince you ;" ane the lady. took paper and applied 1 light to the cigar.
 Mrs. Washburn was rather inexperi tencedin the n,odus oa1erasadi of lighting cigar, and she was unable to make i go. She lighted another taper, ana puffed away with all her might bu the Bagdad was as resolute as the grea ealiph himself. She persevered till he extraordinary exertions again attracted the attention of MT. Washburn.
 "You are lighting the wrong end my dear," said he, with the utmos nonchalance.
 "How provoking he is! though Mrs. Washburn, "why don't he remon strate ?" Ss-
 "Y You should bite the twisted end and then put it in your month";" con tinued the husband, turning to tn paper again. .'-
 Aided by these directions the lad, took another cigar, which she succeed ed in lighting. The first taste of tn tobacco smoke was horrible, but sh determined to be martyr for her hus bands sake, and taking her sewing, sh continued to puff away as she piled he needle, till certain nausea compelle, her to abandon the experiment for tha time. Casting the Bagdad into tn grate, she began to wish she had no listened to Mrs. Volant.
 What is the matter, my dear Wasn't it good cigar? Try mine they are Monte Christos of the frs quality and the imperturbable MT Washburn offered her the choice fron his case.
 "No, I thank you, my dear; I vii not smoke any more tonight"
 "But what's the matter, Mary? Yo1 are as pale as sheet?"
 "I feel little faint; shall be bet ter in the morning." And Mrs. Wash burn was obliged to leave the room.
 Poor woman ! She was sick all tn evening. But the next day Mrs Volant who had called to learn the success c the experiment., advised her to tr again, assuring her that it would no make her sick the second time. =. l Mir. Washburn had couple of hi intimate friends at his house to play game of whist the next evening, and tn devoted wife resolved to try the effec