The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1873-03-21

wretch himself. Mrs. WasnDurn rose
as he entered, and, in spite of the abom-
Unable odor that his breath must have
sxhaled, printed kiss upon his tobacco
stained lips.
The lady "who had been married
several wears was Disguised, and after
few words concerning the weather,
took her leave.
Mrs. Washburn was pretty, affec-
tionate, gentle-hearted wife. Her whole
existence was bound up in her husband,
rs we'll it might be for never was hus-
band more devoted to his wife than he
was. To our mind, she was model
wife-none of your stormy vixens, that
set their heart upon attaining point,
and will pull the house down upon your
head but they will attain it.
When tea was over, the astral lamp
transferred to the lght-stand, and Mr..
Washburn had stretched himself into y
comfortable position in the large, easy
rocking chair, with his legs lazily repos-
ing in another chair, the everlasting
cigar was produced, lighted, and began
to diffuse its fragrance throughout the
room.
In her eye, Mr.. Washburu 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 he foot down, as her
friend, Mrs. Volant, had done I; for
poor, gentle-hearted creature-she could
not think of provoking quarrel with
him, and had about concluded to make
the best of it, and let him smoke III
peace.
But there was something SO irresist-
IDLY 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 servant girl to the
apothecary's shop for bunch of " Bag
dad cigars" Disposing n few of them
in her work-basket, ready for the mo-
mentous occasion, her mind pictured the
scene that would ensue when she should
light one of them. 1t was SO funny that
she laughed out loud mt the idea. Would
he not be surprised to see her, who had
teased him SO much, smoking herself ?
Wouldn't his eyes stick out when he
should see her putting a cigar mt her
sewing, rs he did when he read the even
ing paper.
She was so pleased with the plan that
she could have put it in execution, even
if it had been only for the sport 1t prom
ised it, independently from the good re-
suit which might arise from It,
Wouldn't he be mortified, and wouldn't
she win the day, and glory over his de
feat ? Wouldn't he be glad to promise
her that he wouldn't smoke another
cigar as long as he lived She was so
delighted that she could hardly contain
herself
Mr. Washburn came home to tea, and,
az usual, when he entered the house he
gave her kiss and n tender greeting.
They were seated mt the tea table. Mrs.
Washburn was SO full of mirth that she
came near scalding herself with the hot
tea when she poured it ont. Her mer-
ry, mischievous laugh rang merrily III
her husbands ears, who, poor fellow,
could have no idea of the terrible or
deal through which he had to pass.
Mrs. Washbum could hardly control
her inclination to burst into laugh at
the mere thought of what she was about
to do. Seating herself at the side of the
table opposite her husband, she took
from the rk-basket, with an air grave
and solemn as Judge, one of the Bag
dads Placing the filthy roll between
her ruby lips, she glanced at her hus-
band.
"Now, Mr.. Smoker" thought she-it
would have spoiled the joke to have said
it-"w will see whether you don't
abandon that filthy habit "
Mr. Washburn happened to g lance at
her; but, contrary to her expectation,
he manifested no surprise, and went on
reading the Transcript
So, 50, Mr.. Smoker" thought she
again, you think am joking, do you?
/ will soon convince yoa > and the lady
took paper and applied light to the
cigar.
But Mrs. Washburn was rather mex
perienced III the mOdus operandt OF
lighting cigar, and she was unable to
make it go. She lit another taper, and
pulled away with all her might but the
Bagdad was as resolute as the great
caliph himself. She persevered till her
extraordinary exertions again attracted
the attention of Mr. Washburn.
"You are lighting the wrong end,
my dear, said he, with the utmost non
chalance.
GLOW provoking he is" thought
Mrs. Washburn; why don't he re-
mOnstrate p
"You should bite off the twisted end,
and then put it in your mouth, con-
tinued the husband, turning to the pa
per again.
Aided by these directions, the lady
took another cigar, which she succeeded
in lighting. The first taste of the to-
bacco smoke was horrible, but she had
determined to be martyr for her hus-
bands sake, and, taking her sewing, she
continued to pull 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 lis
tened 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 imperturbable Mr..
Washburn offered her the choice from
his case.
No, / thank you, my dear will
not amokp any moro to-niUbt