UP TO SNUFF.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume VI, Issue 26, 28 June 1890, Page 20

UP TO SNUFF.

‘ Mr husband doesn’t take any more snuff,’ said a newlymarried woman to a party of friends, ‘ or at least he doesn’t where I can see him. r ‘ How did you stop him ?’ they all asked. ‘ The morning after we were were married,’ began the lady, ‘ and he and I were sitting talking, I noticed he was ill at ease, and finally I asked him what was the matter with him. ’ ‘“My darling,” he said, taking my hands, “there is something I should have told you before we were married. ” ‘ “ What is it ?” I gasperl, as the vision of another woman swept over me. . ‘ “ Love,” he answered, “ I am an inveterate snuff-taker. Can you, will you forgive me ?” ‘ As he finished I slipped my hands from his and said : ‘ “ Oh, John, I am so glad you spoke of it, for I’m nearly crazy for a pinch. ” ‘ His face was a picture, I can tell you, and in less than three minutes we had entered into a solemn compact to forevei abstain from the habit.’ ‘ And did you really use snuff before you were married ?’ asked one of the ladies. ‘ No,’ answered the wife, ‘ but I was determined to cure him somehow.’