The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1912-06-19

and ! saw him playing cards win a
stranger, and smoking and drinking,
too, all at once"
Boys will be boys" said Mrs. VIII.
lington.
But for DR.. Temple Of all people"
why shouldn't a doctor? It's a
shame the way men have everything.
Think of II, a special smoking room.
And women have no place to take a
puff except on the sly"
Mrs. Temple stared at her in awe:
The woman in this book smokesl--
perfuined things!"
"All women smoke nowadays" said
Mrs. wellington, carelessly. Don't
your"
The polltest thing Mrs. Temple
could think of in answer vas mot
yet"
Really" said Mrs. Wellington,
Don't you like tobacco?"
81 never tried It,"
It's time you did. smoke cigars
myself"
Mrs. Temple almost collapsed at
this double shock: "Ci--cigars?"
Yes; cigarettes are too 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 a
portfolio in which nestled such dainty
shapes Of such warm and winsome
brown, that Mrs. Temple paused to
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 hesitant
excitement one moment too long. Then
she said in trembling voice: Il
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 OBJ
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 a resolute
81 Will"
Mrs. Wellington led the tinid
neophyte along the wavering 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
lington and her new pupil.
Shortly afterward Little Jimmie
Wellington grew FESTIVE and set out
for brief constitutional and breath
of air. He carried a 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 tC
perform great lifesaving feat. He
decided that the poor little woman
was on fire and he poised the siphor
like a 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 extinguishel
touched Mrs. Temple.
Wellington was about to play tht
siphon at her again when he saw hel
take from her lips a toy cigar anC
emit stream of cough-shaken smoke
The poor little experimentalist wal
too wretched to notice even so larg'
a menace as Wellington. She threw
the cigar away and gasped:
81 think I've had enough"
From the platform came a voice
very we'll known to Little Jimmie. L
said: You'll like the second one bet
ter"
Mrs. Temple shuddered at th'
thought, but Wellington drew himsel
up maiestically and called out:
Like second one better, Ell?
suppozhe it's the same way VIII
husbandsh."
Then he stalked back to the smok
mo room feeling that he had annihi