The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1889-01-19
MUTUAL SACRIFICE.


Mr.. and Mrs. McSwat Swears of for Forty
Eight Happy Hours
"Lobelia, my love, another long and
delightful evening is before u.s."
The young husband was arrayed in
dressing-gown OF gorgeous, variega-
ted and dazzling complexion. He SAT
in q luxurious arm chair and rested his
tired feet on the soft plush cushions of
two other chairs. In his hand he held
a magazine OF large print, which he
was trying laboriously to read with the
aid of an eye-glass he had purchased
under the deep and SOLEMN conviction
that his position in society required
him to use something of the kind.
''Is there any thing that l can do
for your comfort. Billiger," tcnderly
inquired the young wife.
II think not, Lobelia," he replied,
after considering few moments;
though if you will kindly open that
package of Lone jack and put tho
smoking set within reach l shall be
obliged"
Mrs. McSwat did so. and with her
, own fair hands she filed bis new meer-
schaum, whose bowl was already taking
on brownish tinge that gave promise
of richer and grander results in the
happy future.
you don't know. Lobelia (puff),
how gratefully l (puff) appreciate
your (puff) kindness in interpreting no
objection to my Indulgence in (putf.
puff this habit. Hard as would have
been the sacrifice, Lobelia, l (puf)
would have quit it cheerfully-t that is
to say (puf), with comparative cheer
fulncss, if you had exacted it."
How could have asked you to quit
smoking. Billiger," replied the young
wife, "when you have never made tho
least objection to my chewing gum?'
Mr.. McSwat laid the pipe down and
: looked at her in establishment.
do YOU chew gum. Lobelia?" he
said. y never suspactedi5. "
IL confess do sometimes, Bill
ger"
MRS. McSwat," said he, severely,
''have you any idea OF the ccnsc-
DO you know any thing of the incon-
ceivably vile materials of which the
stuff is made?"
1T cant be any worse, Mr.. McSwat.
than the poisonous. filthy, rocking
tunes of that dirty old Pipe you
| arc--
"Lobelia McSwat, have care! DOn'G
provoke me too far, OF"
"Billiger McSwat, do you dare to
threaten nc: Don't glare and squint
4t me through that eyo-glass till you
nave learned how to use it. sir. You
Te-"
'.Lobelia"" exclaimed the young hus-
oand. pale with conflicting emotions.
''you have spoken sneerinGly OF this
meerschaum. It cost twenty-five dol
lars. But let that pass. car bear It,.
To think, though. tAat the Yoman
have vowed to love and choral" -and
his voice faltercd-'upon whom have
poured out the treasure of heart &
richest affection. is g-gum chow
chewer! o! o. Lo-be-bclia"
.'D-Billiger" sobbed Lobolia, "Tll
qu-quit ch-chewing il you'll quit smok-
ing"
I'm do it, my love" he exclaimed.
His brow aiame with Il lofty and no.
bic resolve. Billiger wrapped his smok-
ing set. with pipe. tobacco rnd all, in u
paper, and threw the pac'iago to the
rcmotcst depths Of dark and gloomy
attic on the topmost floor. while Lo-
bella gathered up all her w;ads OF gum
from their various hiding places,
rolled them into compact bundle,
and threw them into tho attic likewise,
with these slight sacrifices, Lo-
bella" said Billiger. trnderly." we pro-
pitiate the good angels of domestic
bliss and bnnish forever the demon oi
liscord from our hoarthstonc,"
Forty-eight hours had passed forty
eight short, happy hours. Night had
come again.
Billiger was in that attic. lie had
sneakcd into it and was fumbliNG
around noisc!cssly for something. In
the dark his hand came in contact with
shoe and ne grasped it. 1t had y fool
in it.
There was faint scream.
"Mrs. McSwat is thaS you?"
AjoC,uo+ IL 10 ~
"What are you doing hero, madam
"Sir, 1 am looking for my gum.
What are You doing here?'
Madam. an hunting for my pipe.
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