Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser. (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1845-1898, 1852-06-23
"GOOD AS TIE WHEAT -
OR, SEVEN UP FOR A WIFE,

OR, SEVEN UP FOR A WIFE.
In the State Of Tennessee, there is GER
tain village boasling of tavern, three stores.
and four groceries, where from morning till
night, and from night till dawn, person
entering the town may find, in the tavern,
stores or groceries aforesaid, one or more
groups OF persons playing cards. Gambling
there is reduced to a science; the history
OF fout Kings is thoroughly studied, and
from the school boy to the grey headed
veteran, from the miss in her teens TO the
mother of large family, they are initiated
into the mysteries.of high, low, jack, game;
! right and left bowers the honors and III e
odd trick. One Of the bes, players in the
village was Major Smith, the tavern keeper;
or, as he expressed it, the proprietor of the
hotel, wldowet, who like
'sJeptha, Judge of Israel,
Had daughter passing fair
Fanny, the daughter, was one of the pret-
tlest girls in Tennessee, and therefore one
OF the preitiest in the world; for we here
dIgress in order to lay down as ipse dirit,
that Tennessee women in point of beauty
are malchless. The sweetheart of Miss
Fanny was young farmer, residing in the
neIghborhood, whom we shall designate by
the name of Bob
1t happened that one day before harvest
the young man was detained in the village,
and found him as usual, at the hotel, seated
between the Major and his daughter. After
a desultory conversation between the two
gentlemen, on the state Of the weather, the
prospect Of the approaching harvest, and
such important staples Of conversation, the
Major asked Robert how his wheat crop
promised to yield. In reply, he was told
that the young farmer expected to make at
least one hundred bushels. The Major ap-
peared 10 study for moment, then abrupt
ly proposed game of old sledge or Seven
ups the stakes 10 be his daughter Fanny
against his crop of wheat. This of course,
the young man Indignantly refused, because
he could not bear the idea that the hand of
her he loved should be made the subject of
a bet, or tina, he should win a wife by
gambling for her, and, perhaps, because be
knew the old man was hard to beat, and
there was strong probability of his losing
both wheat and wife.
1t was not until the Major, with his usual
her he should never have her, that The young
man war forced reluctantly to consent TO
play.
The table was placed, the candles lit, the
cards produced, and the players took their
seats, with Miss Fanny between them to
watch the game. The cards were regularly
shuflled and cut, and ii fell to the Majors lot
10 deal. The first hand was played and Ro-
bert made gilt, TO his opponents high, low,
game. Robert then dealt, the Major begged;
it was given, and the Major egain made three
10 his opponents one.
''Six to two," said Miss Fanny with sigh.
The Major, as he dealt the cards, winked
knowingly and said
81 am good for the wheat, master Bob"
The old man turned up a trump-it was
a spade. Fanny glanced at her fathers hand
her heart sank he held the three eigh,
spots and the king She then looked at
Roberts hand, and 10! he held the ace. queen,
deuce, and jack or knsve. She whispered
Rober. to beg-he did so.
"Take it,' said the Major.
Robert led his deuce, which the Mejo
took with his three spots, and followed by
playing the king. Robert put his queen up
on it. Major supposng ii was the young
mans last trump, leaned over the table, and
tapping the last trick with his finger said
"Tha,'s good as wheat"
"Is ii - asked Robert as he displayed 10
the eye Of the astonished Major the ace and
Jack in bis hands.
High, low, jack, Gift, and the game" )"
shouted Robert.
"You!" senlen,iously, calculated, Miss
Fanny.
! "Good as wheat,n added Robert, as he
flung his arms around her neck and kissed
her.
In due time they were married; and ever
after that, when anything occurred of pleas
ing nature to the happy couple, they would
express their emphatic appreciation of it by
the phrase, "Good as whest.'
| DOUBLE LETTERs.-A pretty little maid
of Erin presented herself at the CRATE OF The
Post Office the other day, and handing IN
letter, modesty asked how much was to