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ISSUED SEMI-WEEKL^ lTm7geist's sons, FnbUihers. [ % ^amilg jieirsgapcr: Jfar the promotion a| the golitiral, Social, g.jgricultaral, and (gmnaieijcial gnterests o| the gtoplt. [TERMs8iNol2i?2opTVFAi^lcK!^iNCE' ESTABLISHED Tsssl YORKVILLE, 8. C., TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 1903. NO. 92. - j 6/>e SK < < 3 By BALVh J Auth J -The Man Frc < "Glengarry School Day < J CopyrUH 1899. by FLEMI If CHAPTER XV. bill's partner. ' mHE next day every one was talking of Bill's bluffing the ISj3?351 church people, and there was iSssjj^ much quiet chuckling over the discomfiture of Robbie Muir and his party: The Pilot was equally distressed and bewildered, for Bill's conduct, so very unusual, had only one explanation? the usual one for any folly in that country. "I wish he had waited till after the meeting to go to Latour's. He spoiled the last chance I had. There's no use now," he said sadly. "But he may do something," I suggested. "Oh, fiddle!" said the Pilot contemptuously. "He was only giving Muir 'a song and dance,' as he would say. The whole thing is off." But when I told Gwen the story of the night's proceedings she went into raptures over Bill's grave speech and his success in drawing the canny Scotchman. "Oh, lovely! Dear old Bill and his 'cherished opinion!' Isn't he just lovely? Now he'll do something." "Who? Bill?" "No; that stupid Scottie." This was her name for the immovable Robbie. "Not he, I'm afraid. Of course Bill was just bluffing him. But it was good sport" "Oh, lovely ! I knew he'd do something." "Who? Scottie?" I asked, for her pronouns were perplexing. "No!" she cried. "Bill! He promised he would, you know," she added. "So you were at the bottom of it," I said, amazed. "Oh, dear! Oh, dear!" she kept crying, shrieking with laughter over Bill's cherishing opinions and desires. "I shall be ill. Dear old BUI! He said he'd 'try to get a move on to him.' " Before I left that day Bill himself came to the Old Timer's ranch, inquiring in a casual way if the boss was in. "Oh, Bill!" caHed out Owen. "Come in here at once. I want you." After some delay and some shuffling with bat and spurs Bill lounged in and set his lank form upon the extreme end of a bench at the door, trying to look unconcerned as he remarked: "Gittin' cold. Shouldn't wonder if we'd have a little snow." "Oh, come here," cried Qwen impatiently, holding out her hand. "Come here and shake hands!" Bill swayed awkwardly across the room toward the bed, and, taking j Gwen's hand, he shook it up and down and hurriedly said: "Fine day, ma'am; hope I see you quite well." "No, you don't" cried Gwen, laughing immoderately, but keeping hold of Bill's hand, to his great confusion. "I'm not well a bit, but I'm a great deal better since hearing of your meeting, Bill." To this Bill made no reply, being entirely engrossed in getting his hard, bony, brown hand out of the grasp of the white, clinging fingers. "Oh, Bill." went on Gwen, "it was delightful! How did you do It?" But Bill, who had by this time got back to his seat at the door, pretended m ^ 111 ' Come here and shake hands!" Ignorance of any achievement calling for remark. He "hadn't done nothin' more out of the way than usual." "Oh. don't talk nonsense!" cried Gwen impatiently. "Tell me how you got Scot tie to lay you $250." "Oh, that!" said Bill in great surprise. "That ain't nothin' much. Scottie riz slick enough." "But how did you get him?" persisted Gwen "Tell me. Bill." she added Id her most coaxing voice. "Well." said Bill, "it was easy as rollin' off a log. I made the remark as how the boys ginerally put up for what they wanted without no fuss, and that if they was sot on bavin' a gospel shack I cherished the opinion"? here Gwen went off into a smothered shriek which made Bill pause and look at her in alarm. "Go on," she gasped. "I cherished the opinion," drawled on Bill, while Gwen stuck her handkerchief into her mouth, "that mebbe they'd put up for it the $700, and, even as it was, seein* as the Pilot appeared to be sot on to it, if them fellers would ???? ? r PILOT j r cofwr \ or of + im GUnf^rry" ? >s" *.nd " BIfeck Rock" KG H. REVELL COMPANY YTTTTTTTTf'TTVTTTTTTTTVTTT* find $250 I Cher"? another shriek from Gwen cut him suddenly short. "Tt's thp rhenma ticks. mebl)e." said Bill anxiously. "Terrible bad weather for 'em. I get 'em myself." "No, no," said Gwen, wiping away her tears and subduing her laughter. "Go on, Bill." "There ain't no more," said Bill. "He bit, and the master here put it down." "Yes, it's here right enough," I said, "but I don't suppose you mean to follow it up, do you?" "You don't, eh? Well, I am not responsible for your supposln', but them that is familiar with Bronco Bill generally expects him to back up his undertakin's." "But how in the world can you get $500 from the cowboys for a church?" "I hain't done the arithmetic yet but it's safe enough. You see, It ain't the church altogether; it's the reputation of the boys." "I'll help, Bill," said Gwen. Bill nodded his head slowly and said, "Proud to have you," trying hard to looK entnusiasuc. "You don't think I can," said Gwen. Bill protested against such an imputation. "But I can. I'll get daddy and the Duke too." "Good line!" said Bill, slapping his knee. "And I'll give all my money, too; but It isn't very much," she added sadly. "Much!" said Bill. "If the rest of the fellows play up to that lead there won't be any trouble about that five hundred." Gwen was silent for some time, then said with an air of resolve: "I'll give my pinto." "Nonsense!" I exclaimed, while Bill declared "there warn't no call." "Yes, I'll gice the pinto," said Gwen decidedly. "I'll not need him any more." Her Hps quivered, and Bill coughed and spat into the next room, "And, besides. I want to give something I like. And Bill will sell him for me." And so it was arranged that the pinto should be sold and that Bill should have the selling of it. CHAPTER XVI. BILL'S FINANCING. SILL'S method of conducting the sale of the pinto was m gwi?| eminently successful as a QksbbI financial operation, but there are those in Swan Creek country who have never been able to fathom the mystery attaching to the affair. It was at the fall round up. the beef round up. as it is called. which this year ended at the Ashley ranch. There were representatives from all the ranches and some cattle men from across the line. The hospitality of the Ashley ranch was up to its own lofty standard, and after supper the men were in a state of high exhilaration. The Hon. Fred and his wife, Lady Charlotte, gave themselves to the duties of their position as hosts for the day with a heartiness and grace beyond praise. After supper the men gathered round the big fire which was piled up before the long, low shed, which stood open in front. It was a scene of such wild and picturesque interest as can only be witnessed in the western ranching country. Bill, as king of the bronco busters, moved about with the slow, careless indifference of a man sure of his position and sure of his ability to maintain it He spoke seldom and slowly, was not as ready witted as his partner, Hi Kendal. but in act he was swift and sure, and "in trouble" he could be counted on. He was, as they said, "a white man?white to the back," which was understood to sum up the true cattle man's virtues. "Hello. Bill!" said a friend. "Where's Hi? Hain't seen him around!" "Well, don't jest know. He was go ing to Dring up my pinio. "Your pinto? What pinto's that? You hain't got no pinto." "Mebbe not," said Bill slowly, "but I had the idee before you spoke that I had." That so ? Whar'd ye git him ? Good for cattle?" The crowd began to gather. Bill grew mysterious, and even more than usually reserved. "Good fer cattle! Well, I ain't much on gamblin', but I've got a leetle in my pants that says that there pinto kin outwork any blanked bronco in this outfit, givin' him a fair show after the cattle." The men became Interested. "Whar was he raised?" "Dunuo." "Whar 'd ye git him? Across the line?" "No." said Bill stoutly, "right in this here country. The Dook there knows hitu." This at once raised the pinto several noiuts. To be known, and. as Bill's tone indicated, favorably known by the Duke was a testimonial to which any horse might aspire. "Wliar'd ye git him, Bill? Don't be so blanked ncommunicatin'!" said an impatient voice. Bill hesitated; then, with an apparent burst of confidence, he assumed bis frankest manner and voice and told his tale. "Well." he said, taking a fresh chew and ottering his plug to his neighbor, who passed it on uftyr helping himself, "ye see, it was like this. Ye know that little Meredith gel?" Chorus of answers: "Yes! The red headed one. I know! She's a daisy! Reg'lar bliz. ird! Lightnin' conductor!" Bill paused, stiffened himself a little, dropped his frank air and drawled out in cool, hard tones: "I might remnrk that that young lady is. I might persoom to say, a friend of mine, which I'm prepared to back up in my best style, and if any blanked blanked son of a street sweeper has any remark to nhn?*A'a hla tlmo nnw uiaivri ucic D u*o nuib *?v n In the pause that followed murmurs were heard extolling the many excellences of the young lady In question, and Bill, appeased, yielded to the requests for the continuance of Ills story, and as he described Gwen and her pinto and her work on tbe ranch the men, many of whom had had glimpses of her, gave emphatic approval in their own way. But as he told of her rescue of Joe and of the sudden calamity that had befallen her a great stillness fell upon the simple, tender hearted fellows, and they listened with their eyes shining in the firelight with growing "I'll cover your thirtysaid young Hill. intentness. Then Bill spoke of the Pilot and how he stood by her and helped her and cheered her till they began to swear he was "all right." "And now," concluded Bill, "when the Pilot is in a hole she wants to help him out" "Of course," said one. "Right enotigb. How's she going to work it?" said another. "Well, he's dead set on to bulldin' a meetin' house, and them fellows down at the Creek that does the prayin' and such don't seem to back him up!" "Whar's the kick, Bill?" "Oh, they don't want to go down into their clothes and put up for it" "How much?" "Why, he only asked 'em for seven hundred the bull outfit, and would give 'em two years, but they bucked? wouldn't look at it." "Were you there. Bill? What did you do?" "Oh," said Bill modestly, "I didn't do much. Gave 'em a little bluff." "Did they take you, Bill?" "Well, I reckon they did. The master, here, put it down." Whereupon I read the terms of Bill's hhiflf There was a chorus of very hearty approvals of Bill's course In "not takln' any water" from that variously characterized "outfit" But the responsibility of the situation began to dawn upon them when some one asked: "How are you going about it Bill?" "Well." drawled Bill, with a touch of sarcasm in his voice, "there's that pinto." "Pinto be blanked!" said young Hill. "Say. boys, is that little girl going to lose that one pony of hers to help out her friend the Pilot? Good fellow, too, he is! We know he's the right sort" Chorus of "Not by a long sight! Not much! We'll put up the stuff! Pinto!" "Then," went on Bill even more slowly, "there's the Pilot; he's goin' for to ante up a month's pay; 'tain't much, of course?twenty-eight a month and grub himself. He might make it two," he added thoughtfully. But Bill's proposal was scorned with contemptuous groans. "Twenty-eight a month and grub himself of course ain't much for a man to have money out of to eddicate himself." Bill continued, as if thinking aloud. "Of course he's got his mother at home, but she can't make much more than her own livin', but she might help him some." This was altogether too much for the crowd. They consigned Bill and his plans to unutterable depths of woe. "Of course," Bill explained, "It's Jest as you boys feel about it. Mebbe I was, bein' hot, a little swift in givin' 'em the bluff." "Not much, you wasn't! We'll see you out! That's the talk! There's between twenty and thirty of us here." "I should be glad to contribute thirty or forty If need be/' said the Duke, who was standing not far off, "to assist in the building of a church. It would be a good thing, and I think the parson should be encouraged. He's the right sort." "I'll cover your thirty," said young Hill; and so it went from one to another in tens and fifteens and twenties, till within half an hour I had entered $350 In my book, with Ashley yet to hear from, which meant fifty more. It was Bill's hour of triumph. "Boys," he said, with solemn emphasis, "ye're all white. But that leetle pale faced gel, that's what I'm thinkin' on. Won't she open them big eyes of hers! I cherish the opinion that this '11 tickle her some." TO BE CONTINUED. True merit is like a river?the deeper it is the less noise it makes? Hazlitt. ii" Experience takes dreadful high school wages, but he teaches like no other.?Carlyle. Ptec;ltatta>u$ Reading. THE CONQUERORS OF HUCK. Failure to Preserve Their Names Occasion For Regret. Editor Yorkville Enquirer. The Honor Roll of 1780; beyond computation Is Its value to me! "What a source of pure, perpetual Joy It will ever be to those whose nobler impulses suggested Its preservation, and to their descendants who pre now embalming in their hearts, sacred memories! All regret the absence of other names that should have been enrolled, had some one collected them early in cne nineieeui.ii wuwi;> Major L. M. Wallace, so pleasantly remembered by all who knew him, was fond of reminiscence. knew his father, Captain James Wallace, fought to defeat Huck, and In after years married the widow of Robert Bratton, and L. M. Wallace was her only Wallace child. William Burris was born in Pennsylvania, married Mary Ashe. He decided to come south for a milder climate. He crossed the Susquehanna where wagons were hauling saw-logs across on the ice. In 1780 his home was two miles west of McConnells ville, near a little rocky branch, Just north of where "Uncle Ned" Burrls spent his peaceful life. That dear old man loved to tell his grandchildren the story of the Revolution, ever proud that his "father fought the British." and he would stamp his foot to emphasize his scorn for a Tory everytlme that word was. mentioned. When William Burrls was lighting, Mary, his wife, kept the home, with her six little children. The boys were Robert, William, Jr., and John. The girls were, Mary, who married Samuel Glvens; Betsy, who married John Miller, and Libbie, who married Reuben McConnell, Sr. On the 26th of August, 1780, a little blue eyed boy was born, and they named him Edward. Esther, his sister, the eighth child, married her cousin,-Burrls Ashe. The descendants of these families may be proud to know this genealogy. In the western states are many perspns who, scanning the roll of patriots who figured in Huck's defeat, as recently published, found their own names, but were unable to trace their relationship. No uniforms were worn then. Their clothing was spun and woven by their wives. No rations were issued. If In the night a new recruit arrived at camp, the sack of potatoes he brought, was roasted and eaten by them all. When one went on a hasty trip, to his home his wife busied herself cooking to send to camp. There were no stoves then. Huge loaves were baked in an oven, as large as a half bushel measure. Picture in your minrl (and smile if you wish) the grotesque figure, mounted on his weary plow horse, parti-colored clothing, slouch hat, across in front his rifle; behind, In sacks, all the food and clothing the patient beast could carry to his comrades. Whilst we regret so little of the history of 1780 was handed down to us, let "The Sons" and "Daughters of the Confederacy" be stimulated and encouraged in their labor of love to Immortalize the heroes of the Lost vr n o v.,auac. ut. v. West Point, Miss., Nov. 11, 1903. REDSKIN MAGIC EQUAL TO INDIA. American Indians Rival the Fakirs of the Orient In Wizardry. Redskin magic has been a subject oi* special investigation recently by the bureau of ethnology, which finds that among the American Indians there are wizards who can perform feats quite as wonderful as any of those attributed to the fakirs of the Orient, writes the New York Herald's Washington correspondent. In fact there are certain tribes, such as the Chippewa which have developed the art of sorcery to a high point. Catholic missionaries and other witnesses testify to having seen century plants two or three feet high produced within a few minutes on bare western praries where previously nothing grew, simply, as it seemed, by a few incantations and a small amount of hocuspocus. This feat, which bears a likeness to the famous mango tree trick of India, seems beyond explanation, the century plants grown in the spontaneous manner described being of considerable size and apparently a dozen years old. But it is perhaps surpassed by a marvel recounted to one of the government investigators by a Jesuit priest, who said that while he was among the Arapahoes and Crepennes he saw two ' wizards fetch grass up out of the ground where there had been not a sprig of vegetation. It was done within a few minutes, and there was a patch of It green and growing. With his own eyes he saw it sprout and grow. The wizards among the Indians are priests. Indeed the primitive priest all over the world has always been a magician and juggler. Juggling tricks are the most important part of his stock In trade, impressing the untutored beholders with a belief in the supernatural powers of the performer. Among the Chippewas there is a class of wizards known as "dreamers," who are supposed to be able to handle with impunity red hot stones or to bathe their hands without discomfort in boiling water. A magician of this type is a "dealer in fire" and at night he may sometimes be seen flying rapidly along in the shape of a ball of fire or a pair of fiery sparks, like the eyes of some monstrous beast. The late Dr. W. J. Hoffman, of the bureau of ethnology, knew one of these jugglers who could take ripe cherries from his mouth at any season of the year. He had a magic bag, which would move on the ground as if it were alive, but Dr. Hoffman more than suspected that the sack contained a live rat or other small animal. One investigator on a certain occasion saw a Menomini wizard produce live snakes, as It appeared, from an empty bag. The bag was of red flannel, about twenty Inches wide by thirty Inches in depth, and the "mystery man" held it between his Angers by the two upper corners, so as to spread it out. Then he rolled it between his hands like a ball, to show that there was nothing inside. Again he took it by the upper corners and, holding it up, danced slowly. Presently two snake heads emerged from the top of the sack, gradually becoming more and more exposed until their bodies protruded half a foot or so. From time to time the snakes withdrew themselves Into the bag, coming out again and again retreating. When they had finally disappeared the performer rolled the sack up tightly and put it into his bosom. It seemed wonderful, but the trick was a simple one, the two snakes heads (stuffed) being attached to a tape, the ends of which were fastened to the upper corners of the bag. When the wizzard pulled the tape taut it caused the heads to lift themselves above the edges of the bag. Less easily explained Is a bit of offhand sorcery perpetrated once at the expense of Lewis Cass. He had gone iu represent, me buy ei iiineiii in a vuuference with the Indians at Mackinaw and, in the course of a ceremonial dance which he witnessed, he noticed *n old OJRjway woman who took an active part in the exercises. He asked why this was, Inasmuch as she seemed uninteresting, had nothing to say and did nothing except shake her snakeskin "medicine bag." Overhearing his remark the old woman (who was known among her people as a powerful witch) became much offended and, without warning, threw at Mr. Cass?so he himself told the story? her snakeskin bag, which transformed itself into a live serpent and ran at the statesman. He promptly took to his heels, whereupon the witch picked up the snake, which again assumed the appearance of a very dry skin bag. The Indian wizzards pretend that they can perform their tricks only through the intervention of the tribal divinities; and this is where the juggling and religion come together. Information as to future events is commonly obtained by special consultation with the divinities in the so called "magic lodge," which is a cylindrical structure of birch bark, with a framework of small poles, just big enough to contain a man standing erect.' As soon as the, wizard has entered the lodge begins swaying violently and there is a great rattling of bells and deers' hoofs which are fastened to the tops of the poles. Three voices are then heard in consultation?a loud one (for the Great Spirit), a faint one (for the small spirit) and the voice of the "mystery man." A famous wizard at White Earth, Minn., made a bet with one of the government Investigators that the latter could not tie him with ropes so that he would not be able to get loose at once. With the help of the local Indian agent the man was tied up in elaborate fashion and put inside of a conical wigwam in an open space. Nobody was allowed to go near him. Presently there was a great thumping noise and the wigwam began to sway back and forth. Two or three minutes later the magician called out, telling his captors to go to a house several hundred yards away and get the ropes. One of them went to the house and found the ropes, with all the complicated.knots untied. Then the wigwam was opened and the wizard was found quietly smoking his Pipe. Insurance as a Cause of Suicide. Can it be true that considerable part of the remarkable Increase of suicide is due to life insurance? This novel and surprising theory is advanced by the eminent insurance statistician, Frederick L. Hoffman, in the current Spectator. He reasons from the care fully analyzed suicide returns or nrty American cities, with populations aggregating 14,500,000. New York and all the larger cities are included in the list. In these fifty cities 2,500 persons took their own lives last year. Prof. Hoffman concludes from these figures that the rate of suicide for the whole country, which advanced from 12 to 17 per 100,000 of population between 1890 and 1900, is still advancing. From a special study of New York's returns for 100 years past he deduces the fact that before the civil war the city's suicide rate was about 10 per 100,000, and is now more than twice as high (21). All over the country, he says, the rate is highest where the proportion of French, German and Slavonic population is largest and lowest where native American and Irish population preponderates. The Drofessor's most astonishing de duction is that there is a "progressive increase in the suicide rate of males, ages 35 and over, representative of the period of life which includes the larger proportion of male risks insured with American life Insurance companies." Dr. Muirhead, medical officer of a leading English insurance company, says the English death returns show that "no less than 7.087 per cent of the total (English) deaths by suicide occurred in the very tirst year" of insurance, and more than 3 per cent besides in the second year. "Not a few" men, in Prof. Hoffman's opinion, "at certain periods think less of their own lives than they do of the comfort of their families." If this view is correct, the surprising increase in self-destruction has a sentimental and half-chivalrous side hitherto unsuspected. The idea that 10 per cent or more of suicides deliberately devote themselves to death so that their wives and children may not suffer want might have found a place In Mr. Howell's "Altruria." But there are more probable causes for the vogue of selfslaughter. flock's ?rtogenarians. ? ? h< JAMES SCOGGINS. de The original of the photograph we have the pleasure of presenting today, is a fine old character?well known to N the public of twenty years ago, and fa still kindly remembered by most of ^ the older citizens of the county today. It is Mr. James Scogglns of Hickory . Grove. Afr fipacohna waq Kami In RpaoH ill I 1 ? O ?? m River township on what Is known as ?j the Whltesldes place on August 21, h 1821, and with the exception of about three years spent In the adjoining ^ township of Bullock's Creek, has re- Qf sided within two miles of his birthplace all of his life. ah( dc th at ca b? bl dt In ca to T1 b< th ca si th _Xq et JAMES SCOGGINB. ai Mr. Scoggins's father was a farmer, r and when he grew up he continued that occupation himself. He was a gj man of high intelligence, plenty of a, energy and capacity and prospered tu well in all his business affairs. tv He went to the war in December, 1863, and served until the surrender in the First South Carolina artillery. V( After the war he returned to his home, resumed his occupation, and ht bore the full part of a man and a clti- ev zen in bringing order out of the sur- or rounding chaos. As the result of the th manner in which he conducted him- ar self' during reconstruction and the h? revolution of 1876, in 1879 he was gj, nominated and elected a member of m the board of county commissioners. n The service he gave was highly creditable to himself and to his county. nc Mr. Scogglns was twice married; jj8 the first time to Martha Adeline White th of King's Creek, on December 27, 1849. ca The union was a happy one, and the jn children are as follows: Mary I. (Mrs. E. A. Crawford of Yorkville); Mary E. th (Mrs. W. S. Wllkerson of Hickory th Grove); Martha C., (Mrs. R. M. ra Whltesides, deceased); J. J. Scogglns gi of Lockhart, S. C.; W. E. Scogglns of 0f Wyatt, Tex.; Sallie I. (Mrs. R. T. p|; Castles of Smyrna); Ida E., B. Frank and Robert L. Scogglns of Hickory Grove. The grandchildren number th thirty-one. se Mr. Scoggins's first wife died on bo May 11, 1878, and on May 10, 1881, he th married Miss Sarah Salina Smith of ge Richburg, S. C., who is still by his re side. be Mr. Scogglns is a men.ui - of the be Associate Reformed church, and is a jni consistent Christian. He has been in very Daa neann ror some ume past, ge and only a few weeks ago took his ca bed In the expectation that he was about to receive the final summons, -yy He is better now, however, and a few th days ago was able, unaided to walk n out to the portico of his home. c0 i ? ? se NO WAY TO BEAT GAMBLERS. th Even Wizards Are the Easiest of Marks dr for the Blacklegs. "And do you know," concluded the ?' Ci narrator, "that magician fellow just completely cleaned out the gambler ha and everybody In the smoking room ,s thanked him." The little fellow who hi' had been to Europe leaned back in his chair and beckoned for the waiter, ha The unobtrusive man over in the cor- ha ner of the safe simply growled. co "Those gifted Johnnies with the clev- to er hands make me tired," he growled, he "Whenever I hear those lurid tales of wl how some magician stacks the cards a on the professional player I want to Pa retire to the solitude of my chamber wl and weep copiously. I have heard the a tale a hundred times and never yet encountered a magician who ever beat a or card player at poker outside of his press sn agent's imagination. It makes a lively Hi tale to tell the week before you get to ag town to perform, but I've taken a lot of mi first-class magicians into camp, and Bt they never suspected that I was a wl sharp. at "If I couldn't play with the paste- SO boards better than the best card kink pa that ever happened along I'd be lying Is In a lonely grave full of lead. Why, op the easiest money I ever made has been off those 'now you see it, now you w< don't, Willie boys. They feel so sure ph that they can't be cheated that they th will stand for anything except hitting so them over the head with a club. I can or do all that front and back palming with tal one hand tied behind my back. If that w< was all I could do I would have to go su to work. The real clever card player is begins where the miniature Kellars th? leave off. "Of course, in my business I use the tls pass. The pass was used In gambling when the best thing a magician could do with cards was to tell fortunes, ph That with me is just a sort of side is- tui sue. Sometimes it makes my work a sti little easier. The real trick is knowing how to shuffle the cards and things like that." A Lesson In Dealing. At the gambler's suggestion a pack of cards was sent for. It was a fresh deck and the revenue stamp was still -p in place. The cards were removed from go ie case and shuffled. Then they were issed to the gambler. "Suppose," said ?, "that we are playing a five-handed >al. I want to win the pot Now, sre are the cards." While he had been talking be had ly "ripped" the pack several times, ow he dealt Ave hands, four of them ce up. The fifth hand lay face down ifore him. "Now," he began, "number one has ree kings, a seven of hearts and six clubs. He wants two cards.". Two cards were dealt face down. lere," went on the gambler, "are ree jacks, a ten spot and an ace. He ants two sards." The cards were alt The third hand drew to a pair queens, the fourth to aces, while the imbler showed a pair of threes. He ok three cards. "Number two," he said, "might have >ld out that ace to s$e what he could i toward getting another ace. I held at on top." He turned the top card id there was an ace. "This being: the se, I had to deal the second card rough the game thus." The thumb ing on the top of the pack, the gamer dealt several caids, each time awing down the top card and returng it to place as soon as he bad ught the edge of the second. "To get back to the deal: Number one ok two cards. He drew two sevens, fiat makes him a full house. He will ft a lot. Number two did not hold e ace out, so he gets two sixes." The rds were turned, and there were two ices. The pair of queens became ree queens and two fours. The urth man had been given another ace it no pair. That made three full luses and a pair of threes, with the imbler drawing to a pair. Pausing a oment to let the prospective betting ipeal to the Imagination the gambler ached for his draw. "I guess," he drawled, "this little pair ' three will exemplify 'poker luck,' id incidentally rake In thd pot." He irned the draw over, and there were >o more threes. Easy When You Know How. "Now that," said the gambler, "is ;ry -easily done when you know how. ot every man can do It as well as I ive done. Many professional players, 'en, are unable to fix more than one two hands without unduly delaying e deal. I am of the third generation id it comes natural to me to draw out mds In this fashion. It requires not one a quick hand and eye, but the emory must be trained and quickiss at figures must be acquired. "While I was running the cards I had it only fixed the sequence of live mds of Ave cards each, but add to ose twenty-five cards the fourteen rds Involved In the draw, this includg the unsued ace. "More than that, my knowledge of e cards was obtained entirely from e small index In the corner as they n past me the first and secord times, lbsequent rips were for the purpose dropping the cards in their proper aces in the deck. Cards Frsm the Bottom. "I can also drop the cards I want to e bottom of the pack. After I have rved the others I can deal from the ittom three of the cards and two from e top of the pack. On the draw I t the other two cards, and I can ach down for them without anyone lng the wiser, even though they may watching me. Take this hand for stance. The gambler dealt five cards to hlmlf. He was quicker than the average rd player would be. "Did you see anything wrong? No? ell, three of those cards were from e top and two from the bottom. Take another way. I am dealing and me across the ace I need. I deal the cond card until it comes to me, and en I take it. "In dealing second cards I do not op the top card more than the slxenth of an inch. That keeps the tint the second card from showing, ude professionals sometimes drop df an inch, but in that case detection easy if any one is looking for troue. "The card manipulator on the stage is to attain a certain proficiency. He is the eyes of the audience on him nstantly and must be skillful enough escape detection to a degree. But iw many card players have you seen ho give you a glimpse of the cards on palming trick, or who fumble the lss? In some games a professional ho fumbles the pass gives the coroner chance to etu-n a fee. "The magician in competition with dinary players may gain a certain mil advantage by his little tricks, e may be able to hold out an ace ;alnst the time when he needs it He ay be able to stack the cards a little, it when you hear of the magician 10 skins the professional card player his own game! That is where any od player enjoys a laugh. The card lmist who can skin a good gambler a better gambling trickster than his ponent, and that is all there is to it. "The only magician l Know wnose irk is as expert as a professional ayer is a little chap who is so good at he cannot get a Job. His work is clean cut that it will deceive anothmagician. The trouble Is that It kes a magician to appreciate his >rk. The card palmer requires no ch finish and seldom acquires it. He just a card palmer, and, like all of e 'wise' people, the easiest to get ay with."?N. IT. Commercial Adverer. Not Ready Yet.?A Philadelphia otographer tells this as having acally happened. A woman entered his tdio. "Are you the photographer?" "Yes, madam." "Do you take children's pictures?" "Yes, certainly." "How much do you charge?" "Three dollars a dozen." "Well," said the woman, sorrowfully, 11 have to see you again. I've only t eleven."