Life — February 7, 1907 — page 40: what you’re looking at

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Obtainable from leading dealers in stationery. Whiting Paper Company 148-150-152 Duane St., New York Philadelphia Chicago Mills: Hotyoxr, Mass more to learn. That night I watched him close, to see how he lit his cigar, how he held it, how he'd take it out of his mouth one time one way, and another time another way; how he'd lay back and look at the smoke comin’ lazin’ out of his face and cloudin’ round his nose and © Sometimes he'd puff it way out; sometimes he'd set and stare at the fire and the blue silk fi ittle of smoke as if he'd been hypnotized, and sometimes he'd bite the cigar hard and puff away like an engine goin’ up grade. “Did you ever notice what a kind of gracefulness there is about a cigar smoker who really likes cigars? You can tell real smokers from pretenders by the way they treat their tobacco, just as you can tell a al horseman from an imitation by the way he takes a- holt of the Well, I studied Jim's ways hard that evening, and practised ’em all the next day before a mirror. And when I finished the cigar that day I was kind 0’ sorry it wasn't longer. Lord o’ mercy! what would our old preacher have said if he could have seen me then? “That night Jim come home later than ever. I seen him on the horizon walkin’ like he had a mountain on his shoulders. He was so long comin’ that I went out to meet him, and hooked my arm in his’n and tried to cheer him up a bit, But he was in one of his bluest fit He didn’t eat much supper, and after supper he vlounced down hard on a soap-box and bust out: “‘Oh, Lord, Molly, what's the use: What's the uset of workin’ what’s the uset of huntin’ any longer? Luck’s dead ag’in me. I guess we'd better pull up stakes and go back home. I'll git a job drivin’ a hearse, or somethin’. We'll never strike it and we might’s well quit and stay quit.’ “Better have a cigar, Jim,’ s'I, and I brought him the box. He looked into it very indifferent, then he looked surprised, and he say “f must’ a’ been smokin’ more’n I thought. I’m runnin’ kind 0’ low on cigars. Runnin’ kind o’ low on everything.’ “But I didn’t let on, and he smoked very disconsolate for awhile, then he bit into the cigar hard and began to puff something savage. Final: he says, s’he, ‘Oh, it ain’t no fun smokin’ all by yours I guess I'll go to bed!’ He started to throw his cigar in the fire, but I held his arm, and I sa: “*You don’t have to smoke all by yourself if you don’t want to,’ s‘l “Well, where in Sam Hill is they anybody to smoke with?’ s’he. “ What's the matter with m "I, lookin’ innocent “Why, Molly, it would make you sick as a dawg,’ he sa “ Won't hurt me to try?’ I says. “Well, Jim was that downhearted that he'd have just relished a bit of misery in somebody else, so he says: “ “All right, smoke up, old girl,’ s'he. Nothin’ ever did satisfy a woman's curiosity but pickin’ the apple of knowledge. She'd rather git evicted from the Garden of Eden than have something there she didn’t know all about.’ “So he lita match and waited with a kind of a gloaty grin. He looked a little supprised at the businesslike way I bit off the end, wet the other end of the cigar, rolled it in my mouth, and stood ready for the match And he stared at me prodigious when I give the first two or three pufis ! artist. Then he say: ‘When you fall, Molly, I'll ketch you.’ “T says: ‘I guess I ain’t goin’ to fall.’ But I sat down to make sure. I took out the cigar, looked at it as if I just doted on it and wasn’t in no hurry to get it over with, and blew out a long, slow-rollin’ cloud and watched it as if it was my own soul hoverin’ round my head “Well, Jim stared till his eyes would have done for door-knobs;. then he begun to laugh; he whooped and hollered till his breath was gone and his cigar was out, but I only puffed on, smilin’ a kind of dreamy, cigar smokin’ smile. “By’n’by Jim quit laughin’, and say: “Say, mister, would you give me a light offen your cigar?” s’he “ «Sure, pard,’ s'I. “He took my cigar and breathed hard as he got his light. Before he handed back my cigar he looked me in the eyes, laid his hands on my two shoulders and—kissed me. I strangled on the smoke, then, and he had to hold me till I got over it. He wanted me not to try any more, but I wouldn’t give up. So we set down together and puffed away By’n’by he slid his arm around me, but didn’t say nothin’. We just set there and smoked and smoked. We didn’t talk—didn’t need to—just comicbooks.com |