The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1899-10-18
HE STILL USES TOBACCO.
Yet His Wife Made q Faithful Effort
TO Reform Him.

Yet His Wife Made u Faithful Effort
TO Reform Him.
'It will only be necessary for you to
drop about half tcaspoonful 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 n
week he will begin to abhor tobacco if
the mixture is given to him faithfully
every morning"
And so the young wife sent her little
SO on and got fagon Of the tobacco
cure.
"Pretty bum coffee this morning." he
remarked dryly the first time she drop
ped 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 a pretty
smooth proposition himself, and be
had, unbeknownst to her, seen the
package holding the fagon Of agin to-
bacco mixture when it was delivered.
So after dinner that evening he pro-
duced q large, bulky package of fine
cut from his pocket and took there
from plenteous chew Of tobacco. 1t
was the first chew he had ever taken
In her presence, and she maryeled
greatly thereat, but she determined to
persist with the treatment"
Dead rank chicory again this morn
ing, isn't it?" he inquired at breakfast
the next morning
"I'm sure it tastes the same to me"
she replied.
That evening after dinner he produc-
ed short, black clay pipe and pack
age of q new kind of tobacco that was
rs black as the groundwork of a Jolly
Roger.
Thought I'd bring this old dudeen
up from the Office" he explained cheer
lily. "It's as sweet as NUT
Whereupon he filled the house with
the aroma Of punk that was strong
enough to 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 innocently
at the 10 cent bunch Of asters in the
middle of the table, II can't detect any
difference"
"And yet there are low foreheads
who don't believe that all women
aren't 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 Of
the people in the neighboring fats
stuffed cotton in the hall door keyholes
and closed the hall transoms.
II must persist, though" thought his
bafled little wife gloomily.
Coffee tastes like stewed gunny
sacks again this morning." he remark
ed at the next breakfast. She felt bit
sorry for him, but she was determined
to use up that fagon Of agin tobacco if
she had to chloroform 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 package Of
cigarettes. lit one and began to smoke
| it.
She went up stairs, poured out the
remaining portion Of her So worth of
agin tobacco and carefully hid the bot
tie.
"Coffee's all right this morning." said
he at breakfast the next day.
eyes," 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.-Washington
Post