But I made no attempt to explain matters to the little woman, who
doubtless continues to be worried about the health of that gay old
deceiver, Cribber, and when I told him about it he bribed me to secrecy
with a prize fifty-cent cigar.
To tell you the truth, if there's anything I enjoy it's a prime cigar.
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And like many another man I've had to make myself a martyr each
Christmas, for my better-half invariably insists on buying me a box of
the weeds.
Her intentions are all right, but the cigars--well, they generally bring
back vivid recollections of boyhood days, when corn-silk and grape
leaves all went.