He buys his cigars of Thompson, the general store man, and I keep the finest line ever brought to this town." "Oh, that reminds me!" exclaimed Patsy.

"Mr.Forbes wanted me to purchase a box of your choicest brand, and have you just hand them out to your customers with his compliments.

He thinks he ought to show a little cordiality to the men who vote for him, and he said you would know just the people to give them to." Latham gasped, but he assumed an air of much importance.
"I know every man that comes to this town, miss, as well as any you'll find," he said.
"The best brand, mind you, Mr.Latham," said the girl.

"How much will they be ?" "Why, the very best--these imported perfectos, you know--are worth six dollars a box of fifty.

Perhaps for election purposes something a little cheaper--" "Oh, no; the best is none too good for the friends of Mr.Forbes, you know.