smoking-pen

Updated: May 7, 2025

One day last summer I took the westbound express at Topeka, and spreading my grip, hat, coat and umbrella, out on the seats, so as to resemble an experienced English tourist, I fished up a Wheeling stogie and a book and went into the smoking-pen of the sleeper, which I had all to myself for half-an-hour. The train stopped to give the thirsty tender a drink and a man came in to wash his hands.

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