Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1873-03-20

as he entered, and, in spite of the abom- T
Unable odor that his breath must have |
exhaled, printed kiss upon his tobacco
stained lips.
The lady "who had been married |
several years. was disguised, and after
a few words concerning the weather,
took her leave.
Mrs. rwashburrn was q pretty, affeo-
tionate. gentle-heartea.w vile. Her whole ]
existence was bound up in her husband,
as we'll it might be for never was hus-
band more devoted to his wife than he
was. To our, mind, she was model I
set their heart upon attaining point,
and will pull the house down upon your
head but they will attain it.
transferred to the hght-stand, and Mr.
Washburn had stretched himself into q
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.
Shesdidn't s put he- foot down" as her
friend, Mrs. Volant, had done for
poor, gentle-hearted creature-she could
not think of provoking 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 irresist-
IDLY funny about Mrs. Volants 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 a bunch of Bag
dad cigars . Disposing 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 at the idea. Would
he not be surprised to see her, who had
leased him so much, smoking herself =?
Wouldn't his eyes stick out when he
should see her putting aHcigar at her
sewing, as 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 it prom
! ised it, Independently from the good re-
suit which might arise from it.
Wouldn't hebe 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
EdeIfghted that she could hardly contain
Herself @ss@sa 9 g-az q b s=
Mr.. Washburn came home to tea, and,
as usual, when he entered the house he
gave her a kiss and tender greeting.
bThey were seated at the tea-table. Mrs.
Washburn was SO full of imirth that she
came near scalding herself with the hot
tea when she poured it out. Her mer-
ny, mischievols laugh rang merrily in
her husbands ears, who, poor fellow,
could have no idea of the terrible or
deal through which he had to pass
Mrs. Washburn 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 work-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.
CHOW, Mr.. Smoker" thought she-it
} would have spoiled the joke to have said
tive will see whether you don't
abandon that filthy habit.
Mr.. Washburn happened to glance at
, her; but, contrary to her expectation,
: he manifested no surprise, and went OF
reading the Transcript.
$50, so, Mr. Smoker" thought she
l again, "you think [ am joking, do you
l will soon convince yoA = and the lady
/ took paper and applied light to the
cigar"
: But Mrs. Washburn was rather mex
t perienced in the n,odus opera'adi o
+ lighting a cigar, and she was unable tC
e make it go. She Lit another taper, an(
}, pulled away with all her might; but tn
Bagdad was as. resolute as the grea
d caliph himself. She persevered till he
l. extraordinary exertions again attracted
o the attention of Mr.. Washburn.
y "You are lighting the wrong end
my DEAR, said he, with the utmost non
chalance.
e Glow provoking he isl" though
u Mrs. Washburn; ''why don't he re
! monstrate p
j III s''You should bite off the twisted end
q and then put it in your mouth, col
a tinued the husband, turning to the pa
lie per again.
is Aided by these directions, the lad
= took another cigar, which she succeede
= In lighting. The first taste of the to
bacco smoke was horrible, but she ha
[ determined to be a martyr for her hui
:. bands sake, and, taking her sewing, 81
?" continued tepullaway as she piled h'
se needle, till a certain .nansea compelle
ID her to abandon the experiment for tn,
time. Casting the Bagdad into tt
CRATE, she began to wish she had not Ii
~ tened to Mrs. Volant. r~
= ( 2s'' What is the matter, my deal
" Wasn't it a good cigar? Try mine
!: ga they are Monte Christos of the fir
lie quality and the imperturbable NJ
On Washburn. offered her the choice fro
Id his case.
< "No, I thank you, my dear; I w
1T not smoke any more tonight.