Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1897-11-23

"wHEwGHl THAT FILTHY TOBACCO SMOKE"
you're very much mistaken No. and
I'm not going TO get out Of my warm
bed to let you in either No. nor Susan
sha mt sit up for you. No. nor you
shan't have latchkey. I'm not going
to sleep with the door upon the latch to
be murdered before the morning.
"Faugh! Pah, Wheweh! That filthy
tobacco smoke It's enough to kill any
decent woman You know hate tobac-
co, and yet you will do it, You don't
smoke yourself? What Of that; II you
go among people who do smoke. you're
just as bad or worse. You might as well
smokc-indeed. better. Better smoke
yourself than come home with other
peoples smoke all in your hair and
whiskcrS
II never knew any good come to a
man who went 10 tavern Nice COM
panions he picks up there! Yes; people
who make il boast to troat their wives
like slaves and ruin their families
There's that wretch Harry Prcttyman.
See what he's come to! He doesn't now
get home till In the morning, and
then in what state! He begins quar-
reling with the doormat. that his poor
wife may be afraid TO speak TO him. A
mean wretch! But don't You think II
be like Mrs Prettyman. No; wouldn {
put up with IL from the best man that
ever trod. You'll not make me afraid
to speak to You, however you may swear
at the doormat No, Mr.. Caudle. that
you won't.
"You don't intend 10 stay ont till 2
in the morning? How do you know
what you'll do when you get among
such people? Men cant answer for
themselves when they get to boozing
one with another. They never think OF
their poor wives, who are grieving and
wearing themselves out at home. A nice
headache you'll have tomorrow morn-
ing, or rather this morning, for it must
be past l2 You won't have headache:
It's very well for you to say SO. but
know you will. and then you may nurse
yourself for me. Ha! That filthy tobacco
again! No; l shall not go TO sleep like a
good soul. How's people TO go to sleep
when they 're suffocated?
.'Yes, Mr.. Caudle, you II be nice and
i'll in the morning! But don't you think
I'm going to let you have your break
fast i'm bed, like Mrs. Prettynan. I'll
not be such fool No, nor Iwon't have
discredit brought upon the house by
sending for soda water early. for all the
neighborhood to say, 'Caudle was drunk
last night. No; I've some regard foi
the dear children. il you haven't. No.
nor you shan't have broth for dinner.
Not q neck Of mutton crosses my thresh
old, can tell you.
"You won't want soda and you won't
want broth: All the better. You
wouldn't get 'em II you did, ! can as-
sure you. Dear. dear. dear! That filthy
tobacco! I'm sure it's enough to make
me as bad as You are Talking about
getting divorced, I'm sure tobacco ought
to be good grounds How little does
woman think when she marries that she
gives herself up to be poisoned! You
men contrive to have it all Of your own
side, you do. Now. II l was to go and
leave you and the children. a pretty
noise there'd be! You. however, can 60
and smoke no end Of pipes and-you
didn't smoker It's all the same, Mr..
Caudle, il you 60 among smoking peo-
pie. Folks are known by their company.
You d better smoke yourself than bring
home the pipes Of all the world
Eyes / see how it will be- Now
you've once gone TO tavern you'll al
ways be going. You'll be coming home
tipsy every night, and tumbling down
and breaking your leg, and putting out
your shoulder. and bringing all sorts Of
disgrace and expense upon ua And then
you'll be getting into street fight-ohl ]
! know your temper too well to doubt
Il, Mr.. Caudle-and be knocking down
some Of the police. And then ! know
what will follow. II must follow. Yes
you'll be sent for q month or six weeks
10 the treadmill Pretty thing that for
q respectable tradesman, Mr.. Caudle. to
be put upon the treadmill with all sorts
Of thieves and vagabOnda and-there,
again. that horrible tobacco-and riff-
raff Of every kind Ishould like to know
how your children are to hold up their
heads after their father has been upon
the treadmill! No. I Won't 90 to sleep
And I'm not talking OF wnar 3 lmpoen-
bla / know it will all happen-every
bit Of it. II IL wasn't for the dear chill
dren, You might be ruined and !
wouldn't so much as speak about It,
but-oh, dear. dear. at least You might
20 where they smoke good tobacco-but
/ can't forget that I'm their mother. At
least they shall have one parent.
"Taverns! Never did man go TO q
tavern who didn't die beggar. And
how your pot companions will laugh at
you when they see your name in The
Gazettel For 1t must happen. Your
business Is sure to fall OF, for what re-
spectacle people will buy toys for their
children Of drunkard? You're not q
No but you viii be-its all
the same
You've begun BY Saying out till
midnight By and BY twill be all night
But don't you think, Mr.. Caudle, you
shall ever have a key. I know you.
Yea you'd do exactly like that Pretty
man, and what did he do only Last
Wednesday? Why. he let himself In
about I In the morning and brought
homo with him his pot companion.
Pu6y. His dear wife woke q 9 and aw'