Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1917-09-27

! They ate chicken. both white meat and
dark, and %livers; they ate corn OH the
cob and fried potatoes and green peas
and string beans; they ate peach pre-
serve and apricot preserves; they ate
biscuits with grape jelly and biscuits
with %crabapple jelly; they ate apple
sauce and apple butter and apple pie;
they ate pickles, both cucumber pickles
and picked tomatoes, also picked pep
pers and picked onions; they ate lem
on pie.
AT that they were NO rivals to George
Crooper, who was a real eater. Love
had not made his appetite ethereal to-
day. George laid waste his section of
the table. The pretty companion at
his side at first gaZed ~dumfounded;
then, with growing enthusiasm for
what promised to be a really magnifi-
cent performance, she Logan to utter
little calculations of wonder and ad.
miration. With this mu: ic in his ears
George outd:d himself.
When George did stop it was abrupt
ly, and he and Miss Pratt came out Of
the house together rather quietly, join
ing II of the groups Of young people
chatting with after dinner languor un-
der the trees. However, Mr.. Crooper
began to revive presently in the sweet
air Of outdoors, and, observing some Of
the more dashing gentlemen lighting
cigarettes, he was moved to laughter.
He had not smoked since his child
hood ha vino thnn hoop boDdnd +bro,rh
to t%wenty-one with a pledge Of gold,
and he feared that these smoking
youths might feel themselves superior.
Worse, Miss Pratt might be impressed;
therefore he laughed in scorn, saying:
"Burnin' up ole trash around here, l
expect" He shifted searchingly. Some
body's set some ole rags on fire." Then,
as in discovery, he cried, ooh, no; only
cigarettes!'
Miss Pratt, that tactful girl, counted
four smokers in the group about her
and only one abstainer, George. She
at once defended the smokers, for it is
to be feared that numbers always had
weight with her. ooh, but cigarettes
is lubly smellv!' she said. "Untle Geor-
giecums maybe be too little boy for
smokings!"
Me? l don't smoke paper and ole
carpets. smoke cisars!'
lie had created the right impression,
for Miss Pratt clalpcd her hands. 'Oh,
'plendid.. Light me-, Unite Georgia
Gums! Light II ever n ever so quick.
Peshus Flopit an me VIZ want see
dray, big, 'normous mar smoke dray
big, 'normous cigar!'
William and Johnnie Watson, who
had been lowering morbidly, unable to
resist the lodestone, came nearer, John,
ME being just in time to hear his cous.
ms reply.
IL forgot my cigar case"
Johnnie's expression became one of
biting skepticism. What you talkin'
about, George? Didn't you promise
Uncle George you'd never smoke till
you're Of age, and Uncle George said
he'd give you a thousand dollars on
your twenty-frst birthday? What'd
you say about your Cigar caseT"
George felt that he was in a tight
place, and the lovely eyes of Miss
Pratt turned upon him questioningly,
He could not flush, for he was already
so pink after his exploits with unnec-
essary nutriment that more pinkness
was impossible. He saw that the only
safety for him lay in boisterous pre-
varication. ga thousand dollars!!" he
laughed loudly. 81 thought that was
real money when | was ten years old.
1t didn't stand in my way very long,
l guess! Good ole George wanted his
smoke, and he went after it! You
know how l am, Johnnie, when l go
after anything. l been smokin' cigars
l dunno how long! When l smoke |
smoke! I smoke cigars straight along
light n right OF the stub Of the
other. l don't want any paper. I want
something that's all tobacco!"
Williams pale, sad face showed a
hint of color. With a pang he remem.
bered the package of My Little Sweet
heart All Tobacco Cuban Cigarettes
(the Package of Twenty For 10 Cents,
which still reposed, untouched, in the
breast pocket Of his coat. His eyes
smarted a little as he recalled the
thoughts and hopes that had accom-
panied the purchase, but he thought
what would Sydney Carton do?"
William brought forth the package
Of My Little Sweetheart All Tobacco
Cuban Cigarettes and placed it in the
large hand Of George Crooper. And
this was a noble act, for William be.
lieved> that George really wished to
smoke. Here" he said, take these
They're all tobacco. I'm goin' to quit
smokin', anyway" And, thinking OF
the name, he added gently, with a sig.
%nifcance lost upon all his hearers
"I'm SURF you ought to have 'em in.
stead of me-"
Then he went away and sat alone
upon the fence.
light one! Light one! cried Mis-:
Pratt. SEv'ybody mus be happy, an
dray, big, 'normous mar tan't be hap
py less he have his all tobatto smote
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