TOBACCO LEAVES 

 A DEY SMOKE 



EVERY evening the 5.10 o'clock train to 

 Chestnut Hill from the Reading terminal 

 carries a young lawyer to his suburban 

 home. He always takes a seat in the 

 smoking-car, and, pulling a cigar from 

 his waistcoat pocket, carefully cuts off 

 the end and places it in his mouth. Then 

 he sits and reads his paper. Sometimes 

 the man sharing the seat with him will 

 offer a match or a light from his own 

 cigar, but it is invariably declined. 

 " When are you going to light that ci- 

 gar? " asked one of his fellow suburbanites 

 the other evening. " I don't know ; pos- 

 sibly never," was the reply. " You see. 

 I have heart trouble, and the doctor for- 

 bids me to smoke. It's been over five years 

 now since I've had a lighted cigar in my 

 mouth. But I love the odour of a cigar, 

 and that's why I always ride in the smok- 



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