The semi-weekly messenger. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1897-1908, 1907-02-08
do cloves Kill the desire to smoker

suddenly asked Mrs. Box-ser.
"Of course not. but / have no desire
to Kill. | don't believe | could smoke
q cigar if tried"
He then arose and walked down the
hall TO the hatrack to see If his hat
was there.
1t was. Inc he wandered back and
looked out of n OF the rear windows
and swallowed the cloves and substitut-
I'd some orange peel. Mrs. Bowser was
immersed in her book and paid no
heed, but he turned to find the cat
looking at hin with a grin on his
face.
by thunder, I'll break your neck
for that he exclaimed.
Why. what do you mean:" asked
Mrs. Bowser as she whirled around.
Becomes Uneasy.
"Oh, | was just thinking of some
thing and spoke my thoughts. l be-
feve / will walk down to the corner
and see if that house with the bay
windows is for rem yet"
What do you care whether it is or
AOL. " Uoh want " AChI a
Il might want to sell il to some one
who was looking for a house, you
know"
Mr.. BOwser went.
The house on the corner was still for
rent.
On the way down he felt an aching
void.
On the way back he felt two of 'em.
4 pedestrian who was smoking a
good cigar passed him, and he leaned
up against a shade tree and swore.
AS lie stood at his gate he remember
ed bow good the taste of a cigar was
on the hind platform of a street ear
IN the morning. and he kicked himself
three times before going into the house.
He devoted five miautes ESre TO the
paper and alen said he guessed he'd GO
downstairs and see il the furnace was
all right.
He found the furnace in the same cid
spot. ans it looked as natural as an
old bat. The water pipes were also all
right; aise h4e walls.
eff you are gong to find it too hard
to stop smoking I'd give up the idea"
observed Mars. Bowser as Ia cane HR-
stairs.
Who's kAamg it hard to stepf" he
demanded. with considerable heat. 81
haven't Sae slightest desire to smoke.
If the president offered me a doAar
CIGAR | wouldn't touch it."
We'll. that's certainly hereto ia you.
The people round here won't believe
you have SO much stamina"
Had Mouth Full! of Cinnamon.
MI. Bowser had a mouth full Of Gin
N AID didn't reply. lie weHt up
stairs instead. He went up to see if
all the bedrooms were in their usual
places.
They were. and he came down again
and forced himself to sit down for as
much as ten minutes. Then he got up
to go down the hall and see if any one
had stolen the front deor off it's hinges.
Mrs. Bowser heard him signing and
gEDaning, and when he wandered back
she said:
I'm tired tonight. and want to go to
bed early. You can sit up as long as
you want to-"
The cat grinned INC chuckled at the
words, but Mrs. Bowser was hardly
upstairs when that feline was flying fer
his life. He got away by a narrow
margin, and then MI. Bewser rushed
down to the dining room, where he
knew he had left a big black cigar
that morning, and, lighting 1t with
trembling hand. he made q sneak for
the back yard. The moon rode high.
aud toe we're the usual Number of
eats Oh re fence. but he minded them
not. - ~s>..n.1i, stacked and puffed and
v":lt r:.s .y::3?.' G0~a in his stopr
ncN AH!':sI. :, t.:.lseli: .
49,. - o-'@>i. l was ~ such =.
fnoi =: "a ri. &::s. E,"s2r that l was
yo:n~ r., * p SMILING | can't under
stau>. stnis,, why, I'll smoke three
times az i-2..y rs l ever did before.
and if sag lE.i$ about that increases
pin ::.JrAy III tell her she's the most
grasp alni ~cNtravagant woman In
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