Passion and the Pipe

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Last night pipe-smoking by women
was again mentioned in an article, and
it is said further that London society
ladies have taken enthusiastically to
the pipe.

“Will you be mine, angel?” cried the
love-lorn young man.
The beauteous damsel—fairer than
Helen—regarded him with strangely
brooding eyes. She blew through the
stem of her briar and found it blocked.
“For years I have adored you!” he
cried passionately.

With a beautiful gesture, full of won-
drous feminine grace, she drew a hairpin
from her glowing tresses, and cleaned
her pipe stem as she considered him.
“My queen!” he exclaimed, overcome
by her beautiful pose.

She blew down the pipe stem again.
“Damn!” she cried in a liquid voice.
“It’s blocked up! Give me one of your
effeminate cigarettes!”

(To be continued—some day.)