The Forrest City times., 1892-03-04
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pR. MANAGES FIRST CIGAR.
How It Tasted and How He Felt Attef
 Smoking It.

The time had come in our boyhood which we thought demanded of us capacity to smoke. The old people of the household could abide neither the sight nor the smell of the Virginia weed. When ministers came there, not by positive injunction but by sort of instinct as to what would be safest. they whiffed their pipe on the back step. If the house could not stand sanctified smoke, you may know how little chance there was for adoies- cent cigar-puffing =,
 By some rare good fortune which put in our hands three cents, we found access to tobacco store. As the iid of the long narrow, fragrant box opened, and for the first time we own ed cigar our feelings of elatlon. manliness, superiority and anticipa- ton can scarcely be imagined, save by those who have had the same sensa- ton. Our first ride on horseback. though we fell off before we got te the barn, and our first pair of new boots (real squeakers) we had thought could never be surpassed in interest; but when we put the cigar to our lips and stuck the lucifer match to the end of | the weed, and commenced to pull with | an energy that brought every facial muscle to its utmost tension, our satis- 1 faction with this world was so great our temptation was never to want to i leave ii.
 The cigar did not burn we'll; it re- | quired an amount of suction that task ed our determination to the utmost. You see that our worldly means had limited us to a quality that cost only three cents. But we had been taught that nothing great was accomplished without effort. and so we pulled away. Indeed, we had heard our older broth- CTS in their Latin lessons say, onnta uincet labor; which translated means. if you want to make anything go, you must scratch for it.
 With these sentiments. we passed down the village street and out toward our country home. Our head did not feel exactly right. and the street began to rock from side to side. so that it was uncertain to us which side of the street we were on. So we crossed over but found ourself on the same side that we were on before we crossed over ln- deed. we imagined that we were on both sides at the same time. and sey- eral fast teams driving between. We met another boy who asked us why we looked so pale. and we told him we did not look pale, but that he was pale himself. We sat down under the bridge and began to reflect on the prospect of early decease, and on the uncertainty of all earthly expectations. We had determined to smoke the cigar all up and thus get the worth of oui money. but were obliged to throw three-fourths of it away. yet knew just where we threw it in case we felt bet. ter the next day.
 Getting home, the old people were frightened, and demanded that W, state what kept us so late. and wha was the matter with us. Not feeling that we were called to go into partic ulars, and not wishing to increase oul parents apprehension that we wer' going to turn out badly. we summed up the case with the statemen; that W, felt miserable at the pit of the stomach We had mustard plasters admins tered, and careful watching for som' hours. when we fell asleep and forgo our disappointment and humiliation il being obliged to throw away three fourths of our first cigar. De Wit 7ainsage. in LadieS' Home Journal.