The Prescott daily news., 1912-04-18

once seen to reject with scorn. She hung over the cigar case in hesitant excitement one moment too long. Then she said in trembling voice: TT 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 a proselyte to her own beloved vice, and she rushed her vic tim to the precipice: There's the ob- servation platform, my dear. Come on out"
 Mrs Temple was shivering with dis may at the dreadful deed: What would they say in Ypsilanti?"
 What do you care? Be a sport. Your husband smokes. If it's right for him, why not for you?"
 Mrs. Temple set her teeth and crossed the Rubicon with resolute 'I will"
 Mrs. Wellington led the timid neophyte along the wavering floor of the car and flung back the door of the observation car. She found Ira Lath- rop holding Anne Gattles 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 explara- tions, left the platform to Mrs. Vel lington and her new pupil.
 Shortly afterward Little Jimmie 0tO for brief constitutional and a 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 it open and brought in with it the pale and waver- ing ghost of Mrs Temple, who had been leaning against it for much-need- ed support. Wellington was stupefied to observe smoke pouring round Mrs. Temples form, and he resolved to perform a great life-saving 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 a stream of 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 a toy cigar and emit stream of cough-shaken smoke. The poor little experimentalist was too wretched to notice even so large a menace as Wellington. She threw the cigar away and gasped:
 "I think I've had enough"
 From the platform came a voice very well known to Little Jimmie It said: You'll like the second one bet ter"
 Mrs. Temple shuddered at the thought, but Wellington drew himself up majestically and called out:
 Like second one better, eh? suppozhe it's the same way with husbandsh."
 Then he stalked back to the smok- ing room, feeling that he had annihi- lated his wife. but knowing from ex- perience that she always had a come back. He knew it would be good, but he was afraid to hear it. He rolled into the smoking room, and sprawling across Doctor Temples shoulders, dragged him from the midst of highly improper story with alarming news.
 Doc, your wife looks kind O seedy. Better go to her at once"
 pr. Temple leaped to his feet and ran to his wife's aid. He found her a dismal, ashen sight.
 Sally! What on earth ails your"
 Been smok-oking." she hiccoughed.
 The world seemed to be crashing round pr. Temples head. He could only gurgle, Sally"
 Mrs. Temple drew herself up with weak defiance: Well, I saw you play ing cards and drinking"
 In the presence of such innocent deviltry he could only smile: Aren't we having an exciting vacation? But to think of you smoking land a cigar!"
 She tossed her head in pride. And 1t didn't make me sick-much." She clutched chair. He tried to support her. He could not help pondering: What would they say in Yp-hip-si- lanti?"
 "Who cares?' she laughed. "T-I wish the old train wouldn't rock so"
 live smoked too much, too," said Dr. Temple with perfect truth, but Mrs. Temple, remembering that long glass she had seen, narrowed her