Claiborne guardian. [volume] (Homer, La.) 1877-188?, 1880-03-24
Mrs. Buttons Nerves.

"Ah, yes, your nerves! Mrs. But.
fon, you are always throwing your
nerves in my face. | say the wife
of a poor man has no business with
nerves. THERE"
And Mr.. Button spitefully bit of
the end of his cigar, pulled his hat
on his head, and strobe away to his
place of business.
But before Mr.. Button had reach.
ed the wholesale store down town,
where he was employed as sales
man, his temper was gOne-and he
was ashamed of himself, as he al
ways was; for George Button was
good.hearted fellow, despite his
fiery temper.
"Poor girl.' he muttered, "poor
Emily! am too hard OH her. She's
the mother of my children, and Il
good wife, if man ever had one.
It's not her fault if she has bad
nerves.
And the more he thought about
that business, his evening cigar,
the more he saw that it was his
duty to heed the little wife's wish,
tilnidly as she had expressed it.
And still thinking, it occurred to
him it would not be a bad idea if
he quit smoking altogether. He
whipped lead pencil ont of his
pocket and made q calculation.
"FOur cigars day-that's about
my average-1O cents piece, that's
40 cents day. Three hundred and
sixty.five days in in year-multi.
piled by forty-whew! why it's s14G
a year, Who would have thought
it. Hum-hum, must think over
it seriously
And thinking over it seriously
he resolved that he would give up
smoking altogether.
And Mrs. Bufion-no sooner had
her husband lett the honse than she
reproached herself for her selfish.
ness.
"Poor George said she, 81 ought
not to ask it of him. He has but
few enjoyments, and | suppose it is
my duty to endure his cigar. Oh,
what a thing it is for u woman to
have ncrves!n
That night as the family sat
around the fire after supper, Mr.
Button took to playing with the
children, and did not take out his
cigar-case.
"Why don't you smoke, deari'
asked Mrs. Button.
"Oh, my. wife's nerves won't al.
low it," said Mr.. Button, with
good.natured laugh.
81 was to blame, George said
the wife. "Smoke it you want to,
dear. | have made up my mind
that after all a cigar is not such
dreadful thing. ought to be thank
ful for my good husband, who al.
ways spends his evenings at home
with his family, as you do.'
But Mr.. Button did not smoke;
and the evening passed away pleas
antly. No further allusion was
made to the subject.
Tho next morning Mr.. Button
took out his cigar. case as usual, put
a cigar between his lips, and hid.
ding his wife pleasant goodbye,
walked away; and when he got to
the corner where he usually lit his
cigar he did not light it, but took
it carefully from his lips and put it
back in his cigar-case.
The next evening came, and the
next, and still no cigar was lighted.
Mrs. Button was thankful, grateful;
and as month after month passed
by, and she saw that the evening
cigar was given up for good, she
declared there never was 80 good
a husband in the world, and that
she would do something to give
him an agreeable surprise.
When a woman makes a resolve
of this sort, you may be sure some
thing will certainly come of Il.
One night, a year later, as the
family sat around the Preside, Mrs.
Button said:
"George, it is Just a year tonight
since you gave up your evening ci'
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