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Show HAD THE HABIT; THAT WAS ALL He was a stranger In Sull Liike. He hrul ben hunting a. cigar for two hours. Finally on Main street lie ran across a newsboy placidly Hinokuipr a cigarette. The odor of it penetrated bis; nostrils and his desire for a .Hinoke vnjs Increased a hundredfold, He looked at the boy. "Paper, Mister'."' "No, my lad, but Iihvt j on the mak-iiih' mak-iiih' V" The hoy under.il OOd the situation and dug out if hi pocket s package of to-baceo to-baceo ami handed tt over to tlie stranger. "Now. my ad. liitvc you s paper?" from another pocket the boy drew n few crunipled cigarette papers, Tii stranger tried to roll olgarettei huT hi.-- fingers were too clumsy "Will vou roll it ior m -. my lad?" In n few 6e-ondf the hoy luuided th6 stranger a nicely rolled cigarette. The stranger fumbled around in his poekets without Finding What he wanted, and he again appealed to the boy: "llave you a match"' A ti: boy hsmded the stranger the match, he 6aid. "You don't seem to I have anything, Blister, except the habit.' do you?'' |