The gazette-times. [volume] (Heppner, Or.) 1912-1925, 1914-09-10
Ee n, l DON IT see no other way but
what you II have to give Jimmie

barn a-smokln a cigarette! 10 think
D boy of mine-a boy that's been
brought up as careful as Jimmie has
should be guilty of doin' q thing
like that! Ny sakesl it does seem
sometimes"
Pa Padgett interrupted in his mild,
good-natured voice. "There, now, ma,
90 leetle easy" he said. "Mebby
the boy won't reely need lckin'.
Mebby can use moral suasion on
him. "
"Moral suasion nothin Y" exclaimed
Ma Padgett. "After the way I've
worked an slaved to raise that boy
an keep his feet in the straight an
narrow path Seems like"
"Wel, now," said Pa Padgett
soothingiy, "you jest forget it. Ma,
an III have a leetle interview with
Jimmie. jim ain no angel never
saw no feathers a-sproutin' on his
shoulder blades yet, but he Il come out
Al right, see if he don't"
A little later, Pa Padgett, sitting in
The sun on the wheelbarrow out In the
back yard, saw his erring son at q
distance.
"Jimmie, you come here," he called
eheerfully. "Come an set down, an
let's visit leetle."
Jimmie complied with evident re-
luctance. His father smiled genially
into his son s freckled face.
"Your mas been a-tellin' things
about you, Jimmie he said. "I
guess mebby she's mistaken, but she
thought she saw you a-smokin' out
there behind the barn. How bout it,
sonf''
Jimmie hung his head and began to
draw lines in the dust with his bare
toes "I s'pose l did," he said sui
lenly.
Pa Padgett looked relieved. What
over the boys SINS be was at least
truthful.
CHOW, that's great" he said heart
lily. cts quite spell since l quit
smokin' an laid my old pipe aside,
but l reckon 1 could smoke again if
/ was to try. An looky here, son-I
never did smoke cigarette in my
life, an We always wondered how
they d taste. Now's my chance. What
say to US havin nice sociable smoke
togetherf Got some of 'em about
you, hahn It youf"
Jimmie shuftled his feet and looked
uneasy.
eyes, I got some" he said sulkily,
"but I don't want to smoke no
more He placed his hand upon his
stomach, and Pa Padgett noticed that
the boys face looked white under its
freekles.
Pa Padgett's blue eyes twinkled.
"stomach feel kind o. upset, son'"
he asked. "Well, that's nothin'
That's the way my first cigar served
me way back when | was about your
age. But you III get over that, you II
get over that.
"Now, let's see-how do you light
'emi Come on now, son, IN game if
you are. I'd like to try it once"
Jimmie fished soiled package Of
cigarettes out of his pocket and hand
ed it to his father. He eyed him curl
ously as he scratched az match and
applied it.
"Light up, son, light up" urged Pa
Padget Hospitality. "Blest if I'm 60
ing to set here an smoke alone!"
And Jimmie, because there seemed
no other way to do, obeyed.
But after a few whiffs the boy laid
an eloquent hand upon his stomach.
His father watched him closely.
"Feel kind o. squeamish, do you'"
he said. "Well, now, that's nothin'.
You keep right on an you1l over
come that. Everybody feels that way
while they're learnn, you know. Keep
on, Jimmie, I can't say I RELY like
Penn myself, but you don't catch me
fallin' down on a job like this. Go
to it, son. Finish that one an have
another Good land, boy, be game!
Why, heard feller say the other
day that he could smoke forty seven a
day-had to have 'em, in fact! Now,
l don't believe you an me would