White Cloud Kansas chief. [volume] (White Cloud, Kan.) 1857-1872, 1861-11-07

knew you bad 1t, said Hermann. |
'FThe pack is deficient without it. Please
to put it back"
The deuce and general serenity being
paradoxically restored at the same time.
Hermann takes the pack into his own
hands.
mo one who has never seen it," he
remarks, quietly, "would imagine the
multiplying power of q single pack Of
cards. Take this, for instance. Will
somebody please feel in all my pockets.
and look up my sleevesf I may conceal
. magazine Of packs about my person,
you know"
His request is complied with. Moth.
ing is found. He now takes the PACK
like an sccordeon-opens it to the as
tance of three feet-the cards seem hoat-
ing in the air between his hands. He
shuts the pack again. once more opens it.
and now the cards drop on every side OF
him in heaps. Kings by the score. aces
by the dozen-it rains cards. Tho by.
standers rake them together. and every
man is set up for life in the euchre busi-
ness, with at least two four-hand decks.
But Hermann is an Indian giver, as he
asks them back.
"You think there are q good many
packs there, eh +? (hsnding the gathered
cards to q guest Be pleased to count
: them"
"Only fifty-two-s single pack"
"Of fcourse-that's ALL told you so."
He then passes the pack about among
the gentlemen, and asks that each will
notice and remember q particular card.
A dozen of his guests comply with his
request; he lays the pack aside. and then.
with marvellous rspidity, asks them in
turn where they would like to have their
cards found. Under the sofa," says
one. "In Mrs. FPS bonnet" replied an
other. And the third mentioned a still
more improbable situation. All tax their
ingenuity for the selection of hiding
places.
"Permit me-" says Hermann to Mrs.
F. simultaneously he pulls card ont
Of the bonnet-ruches by her cheek. 1t is
the one which should be there. All the
cards emerge from their proper conceal
ment with the Same certainty.
We then have little music. Madame
Hermann has pure, delicious soprano.
cultivated to its best capabilities in the
Conservatoire Of Paris. Sho sings Us q
duo from Trsviata, with the assistance Of
Signor Ardavani. Then, to the sound
OF applause. we marched into the festive
saloon above mentioned. Hermann
pours out glass Of champagne. We
are about drinking healths with him.
when-prssto-his glass disappears! The
champagne is still in it !: but much more
ethereal than even champagne. famous
for mounting, was ever known to be be-
fore, it goes off into nothing; and we see,
or believe we see, beverage, beaker and
all, vanish several feet above the magi-
clans hand. Querulously he asks us:
"What makes you take my glass
away? 1 did not ask you here to steal
my wares -
And suddenly convicted, we find our.
selves holding both the glasses in one
hand Hermann relieves US of our ex-
ira burden, bet proceeds to amputate
dozen plums from various portions of our
system. They are hanging from our but
tons-they bulge out from our eyes-our
pockets are fall Of them. We begin to
think of Ovid's metamorphosis-
have we ever done to the gods, that we
should be changed into green gage tree?
when 10 ! on the opposite side of the
room another gentleman is caught with
his pocket full of peaches and public
tlistrust is still further diverted from us,
by the discovery of third person with a
whole tray full of brimming Rhein-wine
glasses in various recesses of his raiment.
As length we all banquet healthy
The fruit, wine and cake cut up no fur
ther didoes until the great and frequently
attempted act of their disappearance has
been naturally consummated. After sup
per we have chat with the good natured
Musio-hesr his story Of all the celebra-
ted pupils to whom he has taught operst
ic stage business-listen to some music
and are about to 60 home. when Madame
Hermann kindly consents to assist her
wonderful husband in very successful.
though extra professional exhibition of
impaired diablerie.
Madame Hermann hides her young
aRd wiusome face in in corner. Mon
sieur Hermann, with inconceivable ra-
pidity, runs abont the room among his
half hundred guests-whispers to them
and asks each what article in their
possession he shall touch. AZ they
whisper their reply, he asks Madame.
with the utmost rapidity, "Whst is this?"
IA button" "Right!-and this?" "The
ace Of hearts," Right again !-and
this :" "a coat sleeve" "Once more
right" And right always, through as
many trials as there are guests present.
All this time there is not the slightest va
ristion in bis tone. nor the form of his
question. He ssys-does-nothing that
can afford the slightest indication Of his
secret. And any preconcerted formula
seems utterly impossible. considering that
every man is allowed to select his object
for himself. Then We part from Herr
mann with the conviction that Cornelius
Agrippa is great, and Hermann is his
prophet.-E. Y. Eerening Post.
In FOR THE WAR.-Howard T. Combs,
of Oregon. Holt County, is raising COM
pany for six months service. Having
snsnt fonr WARS at the K entuckv Mil;tsrv