Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1890-03-07
MUTUAL SACRIFICE.
Mr.. and Mrs. Mcswat swear- on for Forty
Eight Happy Hours.

| Eight Happy Hours
"Lobelia, my love, another long and
delightful evening is before us."
The young husband was arrayed in
n dressing-gown OF gorgeous, variega-
ted and dazzling complexion. He sat
In luxurious armchair 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 ! can do
for your comfort, Billigcr," tenderly
inquired the yopng wife.
II think not, Lobolia,' he replied,
after considering fow moments;
Though il you will kindly open that
package Of Lone Jack. and put tho
smoking set within reach | shall be
Obliged"
Mrs. McSwat did 30, md with her
own fair hands she filled his new meer-
schaum, whose bowl was already taking
on a brownish tinge that gave promise
OF richer and grander results in the
happy future.
"You don't know, Lobelia (punD.
how gratefully / (puD appreciate
your (puT) kindness in interposins no
objection to my Indulgence in (pli.
pnfT) this habit Hard az would have
been the sacrifice. Lobolia, | (puf)
would have quit it choeriully-that is
to say (puf). with comparative cheer
fulness, II you had exacted il"
GLOW could have asked you to quit
smoking. Billigor,' replied the young
wife, when you have never made the
least objection to my chewing glm''
Mr.. McSwat laid the pipe down and
looked ut her in establishment.
"Do you chew gum. Lobelia9' he
said. al never slspoct,1it-"
81 confess do sometimes, Bill
ger."
"Mrs. McSwat," said he, severely.
..have you any idea Of the consc-
nuenccs OF invetcrate gim-chcwing?
Do you know any thing of the incon-
ceivabiy vile materials OF which the
stuff is made?'
1T cant bo any worse, Mr.. McSwat,
than the poisonous, filthy. reeSing
fumes OF that dirty old pipe you
arc"
"Lobelia McSwat. have care! Don't
provoke mo too far. Or
"Billiger McSwat, do yon dare TO
threaten me? Don't glare and sluint
at me through that eyo-glass till you
have learned how 10 use it, sir. You
arc"
"I.obolia!" exclaimed tho young hus-
band. pale with conflicting emotions
.you have spoken snecring'y OF this
meerschaum. II cost twenty-five dol
lars. Bat let that pass. | can bear 1t.
To think, though. that tho woman !
have vowed TO love and cherish"-and
his voice ialtorei--"upon whom have
poured out the treasure OF IL heart 5
richest affection. is a g-gum chew
cheweri o! OF Lo-be-belia9'
"B.Bllligerr' sobbol Lobella, "Fll
1u-quit achieving II you'll quit smok-
ing!'
"rll do it, my lovcW III exclaimed.
His brow a1ane with lofty and no.
bic resolve, Biligcr wrapped his smok-
ing set, with pipe, tobacco ani all, in
paper, and throw tho package TO the
remotost depths OF a dark aud gloomy
attic on tho topmost floor, while Lo-
bella gathered up all her wads OF gum
from their various hiding places,
rolled thom into compact bundle,
and threw them into the attic likewise.
with these slight sacrifices. Lo-
BELLA" said Billigor, tondcrly. we pro-
pitlate the cool angels OF domestic
bliss and blnlsh forever tho demon OF
discord from or hsarthstonoP'
Forty-eight hours had passed forty
eight short, happy hours. Night had
come again,
Billiger was in that attic. He had
sneakcd into it and WIS tumbling
around noiselos3ly for something. In
the dark his hand came in contact with
n shoe and he grasp9d it 1t had foot
In it.
There was n faint scream.
"Mrs. M3SSat, is that you"
"Mr. Mes vat, IL IL"
What arc you doing here, madam
"Sir, am looking for my gum.
What arc you doing horoP"
MADAM. am hunting Tor my pipe"
--CsicaJo Tribune.
Man seldom alnVunls towucA until
he gets married.. Aai very o'tcn hlY
usefulness fails to mrtorglAs tnen.-
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