AtlastitoccurredtomethatsomethingwaslackingintheHavanacigar。Itdidnotquitefulfilmyyouthfulanticipations。I
experimented。Iboughtwhatwascalledaseed—leafcigarwithaConnecticutwrapper。AfterawhileIbecamesatiatedofthese,andI
searchedforsomethingelse。ThePittsburgstogywasrecommendedtome。Itcertainlyhadthemeritofcheapness,ifthatbeameritintobacco,andIexperimentedwiththestogy。
Then,oncemore,Ichangedoff,sothatImightacquirethesubtlerflavoroftheWheelingtoby。Nowthatpalled,andIlookedaroundNewYorkinthehopeoffindingcigarswhichwouldseemtomostpeoplevile,butwhich,Iamsure,wouldbeambrosialtome。I
couldn\'tfindany。Theyputintomyhandssomeofthoselittlethingsthatcosttencentsabox,buttheyareadelusion。