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"MOTLEY IS YOUR ONLY WEAR".
I went to my cabin, took a book, sat down, and began to smoke.

My thoughts drifted from the book, and then occurred a strange, incongruous thing.

It was a remembered incident.

It came like a vision as I was lighting a fresh cigar: A boy and a girl in a village chemist's shop; he with a boy's love for her, she responding in terms, but not in fact.