Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1899-11-24
TOBACCO CURE A FAILURE.
Trusting Young Wife Tries Doctorins Her Hus.
bands Coffee.

bands Coffee.
Washington Post.
at will only be necessary for you to
drop about half teaspoonful of the
mixture into his cup of coffee each
morning" the circular said, land the
taste for tobacco will gradually depart
from him. He may not cease the use
of tobacco Immediately, but within =
week he will begin to abhor tobacco If
the mixture is given to him faithfully
every morning"
And so the young wife sent her lit
tile ~ on and got hagon of the to-
bacco cure.
"Pretty bum coffee this morning."
he remarked dryly the first time she
had dropped the half teaspoonful of the
mixture into his cup.
"It's the same as we've been using
right along" she replied craftily.
Now, 10 and behold he was pretty
smooth proposition himself, and he
had, unbeknownst to her, seen the
package holding the hagon of agin to-
bacco mixture when it was delivered.
So after dinner that evening he pro-
duced large, bulky package of fine
cut from his pocket and took there
from plentcous chew of tobacco. 1t
was the first chew he had ever taken
in her presence and she marveled
greatly thereat, but she determined to
persist with the treatment"
dead rank chicory again this
morning, isn't it?" he inquired at
breakfast the next morning.
"Tm sure it tastes the same to me-"
she replied.
That evening after dinner he pro-
duced short, black clay pipe and
package of a new kind of tobacco that
was as black as the ground work of a
jolly Roger.
Thought I'd bring this old dudcen
up from the Office" he explained
cheerfully. "It's rs sweet as nut"
Whereupon he filled the house with
the aroma of punk that was strong
enough 70 break rock.
"This grocery person who gets all
Of my wages is certainly doing us on
the coffee game" he remarked when
he tasted his cup the next morning.
Really" she said, gazing inno-
Gently at the 10-cent bunch of asters
in the middle of the table, al can't
detect any difference"
"And yet there are low foreheads
who don't believe that all women are
actresses" said he to himself on the
way to his office that morning.
That evening he brought home
box of auction stogies, and after he
had smoked one of them after dinner
all the people in the neighboring flats
stuffed cotton in the hall door key
holes and closed the hall transoms.
al must persist, though" thought
his baffied little wife gloomily.
"Coffee tastes like a stewed gunny-
sack again this morning" he remarked
at the next breakfast. She felt bit
sorry for him, but she was determined
to use up that tlagon of agin tobacco
if she had to chioroform him and
pour it down his throat.
That evening, however, her resolu-
ton deserted her. After dinner, for
the first time to her knowledge, he
pulled out a package of cigarettes, lit
one and began to smoke it.
She went upstairs, poured out the
remaining portion of her 50 worth of
agin tobacco and carefully hid the
bottle.
"Cohee's all right this morning."
said he at breakfast the next day.
"Yes?" she inquired absently.
When he had finished his dinner
that evening he lighted one of his
usual brand OF good cigars.
"Men are mysterious to me-" she
thought, regarding him out of the tail
of her eye.
"Women only think they're foxy"
he thought, blowing heavy smoke
rings into the Swiss curtains.