Alexandria gazette. [volume] (Alexandria, D.C.) 1834-1974, 1912-03-27

room She Comm ented petulantly:
What good times men nave
They've formed club IL there al
ready. We women can only SIT around
and hate each ether"
Why, don't hate snynoay' 90
you?" Mrs. Temple exclaimed looE-
ing I'D from the novel she had found
on the book shelves. Mrs. yelling
ton dropped into the next chair:
"On a long railroad journey | hate
everybody. Don't you hate long jour
ncys?"
Its the first / ever took" Mrs.
Temple apologized, radtantly, and | N
having the-what my oldest boy would
call the time OF my life. And dear
Walter-such goings on for him! "A
few minutes ago strolled by the door
| and ! saw him playing cards with
stranger, and smoking and drinking,
| too, AL at once"
Boys will be boys" said Mrs. Will
lington.
But for DR.. Temple Of all people"
why shouldn't a doctor? It's &
shame the way men have everything.
Think of 1t. a special smoking room.
And women have no place 10 take
puff except on the sly"
Mrs. Temple stared at her in awe:
1.-THE woman in this book smokes!-
perfumed things!"
"All women smoke nowadays" said
Mrs. Wellington, carelessly. Don't
you?"
The polltest thing Mrs. Temple
could think OF In answer was: Not
yet"
Really" said Mrs. Wellington.
Don't you like tobacco?"
Il never tried it,
Its time you did. ! smoke cigars
myself"
Mrs. Temple almost collapsed at
this double shock: "Ci-cigars?"
Yes; cigarettes are 100 strong for
me; will you try one of my pets?"
Mrs. Temple was about TO express
her repugnance at the thought. but
Mrs. Wellington thrust before her
portfolio in which nestled such dainty
shapes Of such warm and Wlnsome
brown, that Mrs. Temple paused 10
stare, and, like Mother Eve, found the
fruit Of knowledge too interesting
once seen to reject with scorn. She
hung over the cigar case in hesltant
excitement one moment too long. Then
she said in trembling voice: 81
should like to try once-just TO see
what it's like. But there's no place
Mrs. Wellington felt that she had
already made proselyte 10 her own
beloved vice, and she rushed her vic
tim to the precipice: There's the OBJ
servation platform, my dear. Come
on out"
Mrs Temple was shiyering with dis
may at the dreadful deed: What
would they say in Ypsilanti?"
What do you care? Be sport
Your husband smokes. II it's right
for him. why not for YOU"
Mrs. Temple set her teeth and
crossed the Rubicon with resolute
81 will"
Mrs. Wellington led the tlmid
neophyte along the wayerns floor Of
the car and flung back the door of the
observation car. She found Ira Lath-
rop holding Anne Gattle's hand and
evidently explaining something Of
great importance, for their heads
were very close together. They rose
and with abashed faces and confused
mumblings of half swallowed explana-
tons, left the platform TO Mrs. Wei
llngton and her new pupil.
Shortly afterward Little Jimmie
Wellington grew FESTIVE and set out
for brief constitutional and breath
Of air. He carried siphon to which
he had become greatly attached. and
made heavy going for the observation
room, but reached the door In fairly
! good order. He swung 1t open and
brought in with 1t the pale and waver-
Ing ghost OF Mrs Temple, who had
been leaning against 1t for much-need-
ed support. Wellington was stupeGed
to observe smoke pouring round Mrs.
Temples form, and he resolved 10
perform a great life-saring feat. He
decided that the poor little woman
was on fire and he poised the siphon
like fire extinguisher. with the noble
intention Of putting her out.
He pressed the handle, and stream
o! vichy shot from the nozzle.
Fortunately, his aim was so very
wobbly that none OF the eXtinguisher
touched Mrs. Temple.
Wellington was about to play the
siphon at her again when he saw her
take from her lips toy cigar and
emit stream Of cough-shaken smoke
The poor little experimentalist was
too wretched to notice even so large
a menace az Wellington. She threw
the cigar away and gasped
~ think I've had enough"
From the platform came voice
very well known to Little Jimmie. II
said: You'll like the second one bet