1950s Archive

Roughing it with Gramp

Part IX

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I started to say something, but Gramp gripped my arm and I think Intrembled. the tobacco habit had him in such a grip. If there was any way of getting cigars. Gramp was going to get them.

The little old man winked. “A mighty beautiful and comely offering to the codes of the early saints, I must say. Getting married at once? Well. I don't blame you. Other wives getting older, and not so much chance any more of defying the gentiles and their mealy-mouthed habits of one wife at a time.”

“It is to be quite an event,” said Gramp, “and I did want to pass out some good cigars. As you say, the custom of many fruitful unions is frowned upon; the good work of Smith and Young is going fast. Just two dozen cigars to pass out would have done it—the important elders, you know.”

The little man nodded and climbed up over his shelves like a chimp and brought down a ccdarwood box. “Two down Belindas, prime Havana leaf.”

We went out. glowing, the box under Gramp's arm and a fresh cigar in the corner of his mouth. Gramp looked at me and winked. “It's a man's world, Stevie, mum's the word. As a famous man once said, ’A woman is only a woman,‘ but… .”

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