Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1900-02-16
A DISMAL FAILURE
Trusting Young Wife Tries Doctsr-
Ing Her Husbands Coffee as a
Tobacco Cure.

ut 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
little two-dollar bill on and got
flagon of the tobacco cure.
Pretty bum coffee this morning"
he remarked dryly the first time she
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 a pretty
smooth proposition himself, and he
had, unbeknownst to her, seen the
package holding the flagon Of agin
tobacco mixture when it was deliv-
cred.
So after dinner that evening he pro.
duced large, bulky package Of fins-
cut from his pocket and took there
from n plcnteous chew of tobacco.
1t was the first chew he had ever
taken in her presence, and she mar
veled greatly thereat, but she deter
mined to persist with the treat
ment."
Dead rank chicory again this morn
ing, isn't it?" he inquired at break
fast the next morning.
I'm sure it tastes the same to me-"
she replied.
That evening after dinner he pro-
duced short, black clay pipe and a
package of new kind of tobacco that
was as black as the ground work of
a jolly Roger.
Thought I'd bring this old dudeen
up from the Office" he explained,
eheerfully. Its as sweet as n nut"
Whereupon he filled the house with
the aroma of punk that was strong
enough to break rock.
This grocery person who gets all
my wages is certainly doing us on
the coffee game" he remarked when
he tasted his cup the next morning.
Really" she said, gazing innocent
ly at the ten-cent bunch of asters in
the middle of the table, 81 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 auc'
ton stogies, and after he had smoked
one of them after dinner all the peo.
pie in the neighboring fats stuffed
cotton in the hall door keyholes and
closed the hall tranSoms.
~ must persist, though" thought
his baffled little wife, gloomily.
Coffee tastes like u stewed gunny'
sack again this morning." he re-
marked at the next breakfast. She
felt bit sorry for him, but she was
determined to use up that fiagon oi
| iODuNNO IL Sllt w
him and pour it down his throat. That
evening. however, her resolution de-
serted 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 ont the
remaining portion of the two dollars
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 hi
usual brand of good cigars
Men are mysterious to me-" sht
thought, regarding him out of the tai
of her eye.
"Women only think they're foxy,
he thought, blowing heavy smoke
rings into the swiss curtains.-Wash
ington Post.