Daily inter mountain. [volume] (Butte, Mont.) 1881-1901, 1900-02-17
THE REMEDY THAI FAILED.

1T will only be necessary for you to
drop about half a teaspoonful Of the mix.
ture into his cup of coffee Zach morn.
ing" the circular said. land he taste
for tobacco will gradually depart from
him. He may not cease the use of to.
bacco Immediately but within a week he
will begin to abhor tobacco If the mixture
is given to him faithfully every morn.
ing"
And so the young wife sent her little
81 on and got a f1agon of the tobacco cur
Pretty bum coffee this morning. he
remarked dryly the first time she dropped
the Tablespoonful of the mixture into
the cup.
Its the same as we've been using right
along" she replied, craftily.
Now. 10 and behold! he was a pretty
smooth proposition himself. and he had,
u~nbeknoWnst to her. scientific package
holding the fagon of a~gin-tobacco nix.
ture when it was delivered.
So after Dime that evening he pro-
duced a large. bulky package Of fine-cut
tobacco from his pocket and took there
from a plenteous chew of tobacco. 1t
was the first chew he had ever taken in
her presence, and she marveied greatly
thereat, but she determined to persist
with the treatment"
Dead rank clicory again this morning,
isn't it?" he inquired at breakfast the
next morning.
III sure II tastes the same to me-"
she replied. .
That evening after dinner he produced
a short black clay pipe and a package of
a new kind Of tobacco that was as black
as the groundwork of a Jolly Roger.
Thought I'd bring this old dudeen up
from the Office" he explained cheerfully.
tits as sweet as a nut"
Whereupon he filled the house with the
aroma of punk that was strong enough
to break rock.
This grocery person who gets all al
my wages is certainly doing us on the
coffee game" he remarked when he tast-
ed his cup mex morning.
Really" she said. gazing innocently at
the 10-cent bunch of asters in the middle
of the table. II can't detect any differ
ence."
And yet there are low ~foreheads who
don't believe that all women are actress
es." aid he to himself on the way to- his
office that morning.
That evening he brought home a box of
auction stogtes. and after he had smoked
one of them after dinner all of the people
in the n~eighboring flats stuffed cotton in
the hall door keyholes and closed the hall
transoms.
II must persist, though" though. his
baf11ed little wife, gloomily.
Coffee tastes like stewed gunnysack
again this morning" he remarked at the
next breakfast. She felt a bit sorry for
INN, but she was determined to use up
that 1agon of "agintobacco' if she had
to ch!oroform him and pour it down his
throat.
That evening. however. her resolution
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 re-
naming portion of her 81 worth of agin.
tobacco and carefully hid the bottle.
"Coffee'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 r mysterious to me-" she
thought, regarding him out of the tail Of
her eye.
women only think they're foxy" he
thought, blowing smoke rings into the
Swiss curtains.-BangOr Commercial.