I said to myself, “I am thoroughly happy and content now. Good! just as I expected she was coming! Coming this very day, too, and by the morning train I might expect her any moment. I easily guessed what I should find in her letter. Well, the sight of her handwriting reminded me that I way getting very hungry to see her again. I could not have enjoyed my pet vice more if my gentle tormentor had been a smoker herself, and an advocate of the practice. Consequently the closing weeks of that memorable visit melted away as pleasantly as a dream, they were so freighted for me with tranquil satisfaction. Of course she pleaded with me just as earnestly as ever, after that blessed day, to quit my pernicious habit, but to no purpose whatever the moment she opened the subject I at once became calmly, peacefully, contentedly indifferent-absolutely, adamantinely indifferent. The remainder of her stay with us that winter was in every way a delight. I was not merely glad to see that day arrive I was more than glad-I was grateful for when its sun had set, the one alloy that was able to mar my enjoyment of my aunt’s society was gone. A happy day came at last, when even Aunt Mary’s words could no longer move me. But all things have their limit in this world. To show how strong her influence over me was, I will observe that long after everybody else’s “do-stop-smoking” had ceased to affect me in the slightest degree, Aunt Mary could still stir my torpid conscience into faint signs of life when she touched upon the matter. She had been my boyhood’s idol maturity, which is fatal to so many enchantments, had not been able to dislodge her from her pedestal no, it had only justified her right to be there, and placed her dethronement permanently among the impossibilities. It was Aunt Mary’s and she was the person I loved and honored most in all the world, outside of my own household. The first superscription I glanced at was in a handwriting that sent a thrill of pleasure through and through me.
I put a match to my cigar, and just then the morning’s mail was handed in.
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