Arizona republican., 1920-07-28

flags" and think they were desperate ly sporty" when they smoked in the dormitory with a guard at the top of the stairs, and incense burning in a brazier. Oh. what a sad compound that oriental odor made with American to- bacco, Only a matron who had lost all her senses could have failed to de- tect it.
 I never joined in the smoking. It seemed a silly affectation. I usually made the fudge for the crowd.
 And so l knew perfectly well that didn't care in the least about taking up the nicotine fad But if my husband commanded me not to smoke, why, his order became an incentivei
 And so, in spite of my recent de- termination to be as humble as Blue beard's first wife, and to avoid all big and little differences of opinion with Bob, I found myself heading once more for the hard rock of his pro- nounced displeasurel
 Bob is most unfair" said myself to myself. He smokes a good deal. I'd like to know what sex has got to do with smol<ing!"
 As we walked over to call on Ann and present Bob's little gift, I put my query thus:
 You wouldn't use enough tobacco to harm a humming bird, my dear. It's the looks of the thing My love, I will not let my wife smoke. If you use to- bacco at home, you'll do so in public. will not have other men see my wife behind a cigarette. That ends it,"
 "Oh, lal la!" laughed, but my mirth concealed a very serious rebellion. oh, la. la! Do all husbands feel that way?"
 "A lot of 'em do. I'm pretty sure. I've heard the fellows talk. you sec"
 T don't expect to smoke at home, Bob," I protested. "Only for exhibi- tion. That's why most women do, you know
 ITO show their rings, suppose, and their manicures," said my husband who sometimes becomes unexpectedly
 cynical.
 And to permit other women's hus-
 bands to light their cigarettes for l them I added, with a little shrug of a shoulder, and quick glance at Bob. No use discussing it. My girl don't do it. Seer Bob is apt to grow care
 less of his rather bookish English
 whenever he assumes masterful way
 with me. He always pretends that he is half in joke, but I've learned that his most stubborn mood follows close behind that little assumption of hu-
 mor
 I Of course Ann perfectly loved" the little cigarette case. She had quite a
 childlike spasm of joy over it. But
 when she trleu 10 tlt her own cigarettes
 into it, her joy turned to mock grief
 They were too large. Bob had for
 gotten that AEn never uses the deli
 cate expensive trifles which are rolled
 especially for a few puffs in the bou-
 doir and the hotel lounge. Ann par
 ticularly affects the brands the boys
 buy. That is the fad of the sophisti-
 cated, it seems.
 I'm going down town this mornine
 and order cigarettes to fit this gor. geous case" she exclaimed. "Specia ones-with my monogram! Come witt me, Jane!"
 I'd love to-" I replied I'm goins to order a smoking outfit for myself You know the shops for such things don't
 Tn the presence of others my bus wt1h me, or of disapproving of any thing I might plan. Maybe I took al unfair advantage of him, but tn before l knew it.
 Bob merely set his jaw hard in way that foretold one of his silen moods. Then he left us. As he stake, homeward. meditating I suppose, on al the reasons why his little wifi shouldn't smoke. I saw him light wonderful big cigar, one of the mos | expensive brands imported by hi father,
 (To Be Continued) | | Since the beginning of the Worl | war in 1914, the United States ha rolled up a trade balance of approxi | mately S170OO OOOO 900 against tn