Unveiling a Parallel: A RomanceJones, Alice Ilgenfritz
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Unveiling a Parallel: A Romance
Jones, Alice Ilgenfritz
Feminist fiction; Mars (Planet) -- Fiction; Science fiction; Utopian fiction
"Yes, I do," he answered, "when I happen to come in contact with it,
which is seldom. They are careful not to offend others to whom the
vapor is unpleasant. Elodia is very delicate in these matters; she is
fond of the vapor habit, but she allows no suggestion of it to cling
to her garments or vitiate her breath."
"It must be a great care to deodorize herself," I returned, with
ill-concealed contempt.
"That is her maid's business," said he.
"Is it not injurious to health?" I asked.
"Quite so; it often induces frightful diseases, and is sometimes fatal
to life even."
"And yet they persist in it! I should think you would interfere in
your sister's case."
"Well," said he, "the evils which attend it are really no greater than
those that wait upon the tobacco habit; and, as I smoke, I can't
advise with a very good grace. I have a sort of blind faith that these
good cigars of mine are not going to do me any harm,--though I know
they have harmed others; and I suppose Elodia reasons in the same
friendly way with her vapor cup."
The train stood on the track ready to start. I was about to spring up
the steps of the last car when Severnius stopped me.
"Not that one," he said; "that is the woman's special."
I stepped back, and read the word _Vaporizer_,--printed in large gilt
letters,--bent like a bow on the side of the car.
"Do you mean to tell me, Severnius," I exclaimed, "that the railroad
company devotes one of these magnificent coaches exclusively to the
use of persons addicted to the obnoxious habit we have been speaking
of?"
"That is about the size of it," he returned,--he borrowed the phrase
from me. "Come, make haste, or we shall be left; the next car is the
smoker; we'll step into that and finish these cigars, after which
I'll show you what sumptuous parlor coaches we have."
As we mounted to the platform I could not resist glancing into the
_Vaporizer_. There were only two or three ladies there, and one of
them held in her ungloved hand the little cup with the tortuous stem
which my friend had described to me. From it there issued a pale blue
smoke or vapor, and oh! the smell of it! I held my breath and hurried
after Severnius.
"That is the most outrageous, abominable thing I ever heard of!" I
declared, as we entered the smoker and took our seats.
"O, it is nothing," he returned, smiling; "you are a very fastidious
fellow. I saw you look into that car; did you observe the lady in
blue?"
"I should think I did! she was in the act," I replied. "And I
recognized her, too; she is that Madam Claris you introduced me to in
the Auroras' Temple, is she not?"
"Yes; but did you notice her cup?"
"Not particularly."
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