Evening journal., 1900-03-30
THE REMEDY FAILED.
How a Wife Did Not Cure Her Hus-
band Of the Tobacco Habit.

How a Wife Did Not Cure Her Hus.
band Of the Tobacco Habit.
1T will only be necessary for you
to drop about b alf teaspoonful of the
mixture into this cup Of coffee each
morning." the circular said, "and the
taste for tobacco will gradually depart
from him. He may not cease the use
Of tobacco Immediately, but within a
week he will begin to abhor obacco
IL the mixture is given to him fai thful-
ly every morning"
And so the young wife sent her
little 50 on and got iacon of the to-
bacco cure.
Pretty bum coffee this morning"
he remarked dryly the first time she
dropped the halfteaspooniu of the
mixture into the cup.
TITS the same as we've been using
right along" she rep lied, craftily.
Now, 10 and beholdl he was a pretty
smooth proposition himself, and he
had unbeknownst to her, seen the
package holding the II aeon of agin to-
bacco mixture when il. was delivered.
So after dinner that evening he pro-
duced a large bulky p ackage Of fine
cut tobacco from his pocket and took
from it a plenteous CHI 3w of tobacco.
It was the first chew he had ever
taken in her presence, end she great
ly marvelled thereat, but she deter
mined to persist with the treatment"
Dead rank chicory again this
morning, isn't it?" he inquired at
breakfast the next morning.
I'm sure it tastes the same to me-"
she replied.
qbaf a,anino aftar diunar ba ,,ro
duced a short black clay pipe and a
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 dudeen
up from the office he explained
cheerfully. "It's 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
my wages is certainly doing us on the
coffee game" he remarked when he
tasted his cup next morning.
Really" she said, gazing innocent
ly at the ten-cent bunch of asters in
the middle of the table, Il can't de-
tect 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 a
box of auction stogies, and after he
had smoked one of them after dinner
all of the people in the neighboring
flats stuffed cotton in the hall door
keyholes and closed the hall tram
sons.
Coffee tastes like stewed gunny-
sack again this morning" he remark
ed at the next morning breakfast. She
felt a bit sorry for him, but she was
termined to use up that fiacon of
"agin-tobacco" if she had to chloro-
form him and pour il 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
the remaining portion of her 50 worth
of agin-tobacco and carefully hid the
bottle.
"Cofee'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 smoke rings into
the Swiss ourtains.-Bangor Com
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