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BIG MEN AT POKER TABLE ! Correspondent of Saturday Evening Post Writes of Games in Which Statesmen Figured. Mr. Cleveland was fond?not over- ; fond?of cards. He liked to play the ! noble game at, say, a dollar limit? j even once and a while for a little more ?but not much more. A <1. as Dr. | Norvin Green was wont to observe of ; Commodore Vanderbilt, "He held them I exceeding close to his bosom." Mr. Whitney, secretary of the navy j in his first administration, equally rich and hospitable, had often "the road gang," as a certain group, mainly senators, was called, to dine, with the ; Inevitable after-dinner soiree or j seance. I was, when in Washington, ; invited to these parties. At one of i them I chanced to sit between the j president and Senator Don Cameron. , Mr. Carlisle, at the time speaker of the house?who handled his cards like a chiivi end, as we all knew, couldn't play a little?was seated on the opposite side of the table. After a while Mr. Cameron and 1 began bulling the game?I recall that the limit was $5?that is, raising and back-raising each other, and whoever else happened to be in, without much or any regard to the cards we held, t It chanced on a deal that I picked up a pat flush; Mr. Cleveland a pat full. The Pennsylvania senator and I went to the extreme, the president of course, willing enough for us to play his hand for him. But the speaker of the house persistently stayed with us and kept on. We could not drive him out. . When it came to a draw Senator Cameron drew one card. Mr. Cleveland .and I stood pat. But Mr. Carlisle drew four cards. At length, after much banter and betting, it reached a showdown and, mirabile dictu, the speaker held four kings! "Take the money, Carlisle; take the money," exclaimed the president. "If ever I am president again you shall be secretary of the treasury. But don't you make that four-card draw too often." He was president again, and Mr. , Carlisle was secretary of the treasury^-Saturday Evening Post. The Art of Reading. The printing press has helped liberalize and free the people from tyranny. Books and magazines and newspapers have done much to disseminate knowledge and bring information into the homes of the people. They hare promoted the art of reading and stimulated the desire to read more. * At the same time the very multitude of books and periodicals has cul tivated a desultory method of reading, a desire to skim over everything and digest little or nothing. - Classic writings, the great books of history, biography and fiction have in a measure gone out of fashion. "Splid reading," as it i^ called, is not'often indulged in, and the names of great writers, whose productions will live always, are unfamWiar to many of the present generation. The excuse is that we live in a very rapid age, and there is no time to read heavy literature. The reason is that most persons have lost their taste for history, for biography, for good reading. They have partaken of , the froth for so long they have lost the taste for the substantial.?New < York Herald. i - 1 * Dundee Honors Beatty. The Lockit Book of the burgesses of the city and royal burgh of Dun- { .dee, Scotland, was opened the other day, and to the names of high dis- ' tinction already inscribed thereia the { name of Earl _Beattv was added, "in recognition of his great services to ! the empire- and in testimony of the ( high esteem entertained by the citi- ' '2ens of Dundee for his distinguished achievements in the service of the state." Dundee received the distinguished Admiral and Countess Heatty with all the exuberant enthusiasm of 1 a city on the borders of the North sea, * which was the theater of operations. 5 as it was the battle ground of the . grand fleet. Earl Beatty spoke of the rapidity and efficiency with which the ship-repairing resources of Scotland had been converted 10 the services of ^ the fleet, and paid a tribute to the bravery of Scottish fishermen when . acting as minesweepers. , Music to Quell Mobs. There is an authentic story of a daneerous sedition in Lacedemonia j having been quelled by music; and ] Boetius tells us of bands of rioters j being dispersed on more than one ; occasion by the playing of the mu- . rician Damon when the troops and ^ civic authorities had proven powerless. , Imagine today in case of a mob out- < break sending for a cellist or jazz i outfit instead of calling out the na- ( tional guard; placing a battery of , trombones at strategic points instead of a battery of machine guns. Yet after all, it might not be such a bad i Idea.?Chicago American. Seems Like Extravagance. Mrs. Styles?Is that a new silk hat < you've got, Nicholas? Mr. Styles?Yes, my dear. wHow much did it cost?" ""Why, it was eight dollars, dear." "What! Eight dollars, and not a bird or a ribbon or a feather on it?" The Reason. "You don't seem inclined to embark on the sea of life in a matrimonial craft" "Not I; it i? too mnch of a revenue cutter." ===== I tt CLOTHES By PEARL B. MEYER. ra ? * Mrs. Drew mopped her eyes and stuft'ed her limp handkerchief in her apron pocket. "I shan't shed another tear," she declared firmly. "It's done, and all my crying won't change things any." The words had scarcely passed her lips before the floodgates opened anew, and. having no extra handkerchief on hand, she was obliged to resort to a corner of her apron. "I don't wonder vou cry," sympathized her neighbor, Mrs. Kent, rocking violently back and forth in the porch chair. "After you've worked your fingers off for that boy, so he could go to college ana nave Tilings real fine?to have him turn around and get married without saying a word: it's too much." "They'll be here tomorrow," sobbed Mrs. Drew. . I haven't the heart to bake a thing?and they've got to eat, I suppose." she added tragically. "Let the bride try her hand." sneered Mrs. Kent. "He's got to get used to her cooking sooner or later, anyway." Mrs. Drew stiffened. "Let a stranger come into my kitchen and mess around with my pots and kettles?" She shook her head energetically. "Besides, he said she worked in an office. Probably all she knows about cooking is how to typewrite recipes." "Clarence!" Mrs. Kent laughed scornfully. "What do you expect of a fellow who is so much in love that he forgets to tell his ma when he gets married? You wait and see; she'll want to boss everything, and Clarence will stand up for her. That's what he'll do. You just wait." At this dire nronhecv. Mrs. Drew',s face disappeared completely in the folds of her checked calico. "1 don't know how I'm ever going to stand it," she wailed.v"There's the expressman." cried Mrs. Kent, with an eager start. Her hostess lowered her apron. "Clarence wrote she was sending some of her things." "Oh. really?" Mrs. Kent was all interest. "He told me td unpack the box." As she spoke, she walked hurriedly to the steps to receive the package. Mechanically she signed for it. The mere acceptance of it appeared a disloyalty to all the past years that had belonged exclusively to Clarence and her. Mrs. Kent snatched it. "Shall I open it?" slve asked eagerly. "Well?yes?no?I'll do it myself." Mrs. Drew sat down and commenced working at the knot. "Cut it. cut it," snapped her caller, impatiently. "But the mother was thinking that probably Clarence's hands had tied that knot, and her fingers lingered over it lovingly. Slowly she unfastened the string, removed the heavy wrapping paper, untied more knots and at length loosened the cover. Mrs. Drew glanced at the greedily peering eyes, and for a moment her hands hesitated. Then her longing for sympathy overcame her scruples. She let the cover slide to the floor. "Well!" ejaculated Mrs. Kent. The eyes of both women were fixed on the neatly folded garments. Mrs. Kent's hand flew out swiftly as if to listurb them and explore further; but a sudden change in her hostess' attitude made her as quickly withdraw It. "I think I'll go in," remarked Mrs. Drew after a weighty pause. "You come over again, Carrie." There was no mistaking the import of her words. Mrs. Kent's jaw Jropped. She hurriedly arose. "I clean forgot I had a cake baking," she exclaimed with remarkable presence of mind; then added sourly, "I hope you enjoy their visit." Rut Mrs. Drew had passed into the house. ignoring her. Upstairs in the little white bedroom where Clarence lad slept until he went to college, she unpacked the box and laid its conen ts. one piece after another, on the siiowy counterpane. "Just like what 1 used to have," she whispered. "No silk nonsense?just cotton like mine." She shook out a white dress, smoothing its folds. "I declare?she must have made it herself. The lining looks rhat way. I'll (have to show her how it ought to be done. Why. bless my heart, here's a real calico apron?and another?great big ones." She gave i little choking laugh. Piece after piece was lifted from the t)ox, each receiving a welcoming comment. "Well, well, if she hasn't packed in some of Clarence's socks. And they're darned. Now that's fine. Not ei hole left and done as neat as you please." Mrs. Drew's face had grown brighter and brighter. At length, her task, completed, she stood back to view the result. The whole room, that haven of dear memories, had taken on a different aspect. The new personality seemed already to have left an impress. A strangely sweet charm radiated from the neatly spread clothing on the white bed. Her eyes caressed their fresh daintiness. Then she recalled Mrs. Kent's greedy curiosity. "I guess it's none of her business what Clarence's wife chooses to wear," muttered Mrs. Drew with sudden indignation. She returned to the bed and passed her hands gently over the folds of the white dress. All the rancor, all the deep hurt in her heart melted away. "Clarence said she had no mother," she whispered; then, after a long pause, *'1 always wanted a daughter." (Copyright, 1319, McClure Newspaper Syndicate.) & =gl PRINCE AND PUPPY By CHRISTINE HAYES. * "O?oh Auntie Vic! We've got a puppy! We've got a puppy!". This greeting was shouted in singsong and reached Victoria Reed a full five seconds before the twine did. "He has the cunningest little nose!" As always with Zaidee when excited, the last word came in a clear and astonishing high "g." "But his skin's too loose," confided Dorothy, sadly. "Oh. that's all right," laughed Auntie Vic, adding, as Dorothy's dark eyes still doubted. "He'll grow to fit it; you wait and see." When Victoria had kissed the twins and petted the puppy and rescued the skirt of her new tweed suit from his unuiscrnninaung leeui, sue mquncu. "Where's your mother?" "Gone to a party. She left a note for you. It's on the hall table." "Go get it, Zaidee," Dorothy suggested. Victoria opened the note carelessly. which read: "Sorry I can't be here, dear. Make yourself at home. Olie will give you some lunch. See you soon. /M. C/s in town." Victoria gave a little breathless, involuntary, "Oh!" and her face grew as white as a healthy coat of tan would let it. "What's the matter?" chorused the twins. ' ? "Xot a thing, sugar angels," replied their appallingly untruthful aunt, "except I'm as hungry as a couple of bears." "If she was so awful hungry," Zaidee wanted to know, when the adored young aunt had gone to change her dress, "if she was so awful hungry, Dots, why didn't she eat anything?" i But that, so far as Dots was concerned, seemed destined to remain a mystery. Meanwhile, Victoria, donning a ruffled blue voile, hummed a popular song. That didn't seem to go so very well, but she caught herself singing something she had not meant to sing and estopped abruptly. It seemed she couldn't get away from Mark Crane if she tried; even his silly song possessed her. Oh, well, she shrugged, his being In the same town needn't make any difference to her. She hoped, of course, that she wouldn't meet him, but if she did?well, what of that? She wouldn't admit she was sorry until Mark gave in, and she knew Mark well enough to ! know that he never, never would give in till she showed that she was sorry. So there it was?a vicious circle. She didn't care, anyway. Not a bit. She cried a little then and there just to prove it. "She does weigh more than two squirrels!" Shrill altercation from below interrupted the current of her thoughts. Left to themselves in the heat of debate, the twins were apt to scratch and pull each other's hair with a fury calculated to set the neighbors a-speculating on the Darwinian theory. Victoria hurried down. "Don't you weigh more than two squirrels, Auntie Vic?" demanded Zaidee, passionately. "Well," reasoned Dorothy, "we asked mother how much she weighed and she said as much as a horse and two squirrels and a monkey, and you can see for yourself that If mother wpichs?" Victoria laughed helplessly at her plump sister's subterfuge to keep the entire neighborhood from knowing her exact weight. i "Where's the puppy?" she asked. This diversion proved more than successful, for the puppy was in fact, missing. "And only yesterday," Zaidee mourn-, ed, "he chewed up my little live duck." Her aunt stared aghast. "Well, anyway," she qualified, "I pretended it was alive.'' After a futile search, it developed that Rus, the grocer's boy, had seen a small yellow dog?"Yes'm, down the street a little ways." So Auntie Vic, with a doleful twin clinging to each hand, set out in the direction indicated. They came upon the puppy sitting in front of a dry goods store "looking sor ry" as Dorothy put it. "Oh. look!" she shrieked, delightedly, "he's waving his ear at us!" He gave them an unquestionably enthusiastic reception, and as Victoria stooped to pat him, his awkward, eager paw caught in the slender gold chain about her neck. The chain broke and the locket it had suspended spun into the gutter. "Permit ine," it was Mark Crane who stood, stiffly courteous, holding out her locket to her. A bit of paper escaped from it and fluttered to the sidewalk. As Mark stooped to recover that also, he read on it in Victoria's handwriting. "Prince of Dreams." In picking it up he shamelessly flipped it over with his nail?the photographed face was his own! "Th-thank you," said Victoria, in f. voice not much louder than the one with which conscience is credited. Their eyes met, and Mark grinned? a little-bov grin, taunting, complacent, but very, very happy. It was as if he had said a number of things?things like "Ya-a-h! you had to give in!" and "I knew you couldn't get along without me, Smarty!" Which, had Victoria loved him less, would have been suffi- j cient kindling for a supplementary! quarrel. ' But, loving him. she knew the grin held much of wistfulness, and that there was significance in the proprietary air with which he said carelessly, "Come on, pup I" (Copyright, 1319, McClure Newspaper Syndicate.) JL ! iA^A A^A ii^A A^A J^A A^A i^A A^A A^A A^i V^T^yT^T T^? t^r^T T^t T^f T^T 0 *^T T^T J LOT 1 Saturday, N i f Af Ramli f j* ME. BEN F. FREE PURCHAJ X PLACE WHICH HE IS NOW SMALL TRACTS. A STREE1 X 1 AVENUE HAS BEEN OPENE f ' ERTY. MR. FREE HAS CON' X THESE LOTS AT AUCTION C f. x t IJDIjIJ I CASH PRIZES jl n k n r i wtt.t. ~rv. a 1 ; 1 IlLiLu == f f ? X Brass Band. X = | Sale Rain X | Mather t LAND AUCTION SALES Y HI I I Withthe I I vil lookin I I the face I I merchar I I tins dow I I credit bi I I will be a ? I I tohaveai I 1 ofwheati j | Plant \ SALE!] ?ied*rl5 I Y X erg, S. 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