The Arkansaw traveler., 1883-06-02
THE MUSIC OF THE SPHERES.
1 Evansville Argus.i

"Talking of Horace Field, of New York;" said the carpet man as he tilted his chair back against a pillar in the office of the Sherwood House, and grace fully poised his feet on the ornamental his billiard match with old Jack Brad Icy, who used to travel for Bells paper house! Never did? Well, I'll telf you how it was:
 @You know Horace is a daisy in his way-a little in the neat and gaudy line. with considerable style about his dress architecture, and big shirt cuffs with studs as luxuriant as small tea saucers. But if there was one thing that Hor- ace was greater on than another it was billiards. He'd got his name up as a cue-slinger all over the west. 1 don't believe any of the boys had ever seen him play, but his reputation had kind of grown on him like the odor of the violet or the bland smile on the cheek of the book agent: no one knew whence it came, but it was there. One wet afternoon lot of the boys were at the Exchange at Indianapolis, and Horace challenged the party to play hundred up for box of Rio Finas for the whole party.
 Nobody would take him, till at las, old Jack Bradley said, Well, it's a long time since handled cue, bu: don't mind having a game with you-the cigars won't ruin me, for once in a way
 So they all started for the billiard room.
 "'TAl you what I'll do.' said Horace, winking at the party as old Jack strung for break with as much action as a colt would use playing a tamborine, .I1l go you another box for private consumption Chat score game before you are thirty four
 ". You're on, said old Jack, as he made lunge at the spot-ball which nearly knocked it through the window and missed the object ball by about four feet.
 Then Horace gracefully sailed away with score of eleven, and looked around with as much pride as second Colum- bus discovering a new continent. "' Don't you hold your hand like that he said to the old boy. See here, place the fingers in this way-stick up your thumb-nob, don't grasp your cue as if you were trying to squeeze the sap out there that'ull do-now!'
 " But is was all of no use, Jack had only managed to roll up seventeen scratches while Horace had a count of more than eighty.
 "' How many have got to go:' said the old man as he set himself steadily to his work once more.
 "'Only eighty-hve,' grinned his an- tagonist, and now's your chance to run out
 .'' Is that the way you do it said old Jack, as he made an all around shot that seemed 10 have quite as much play as luck in it.
 ''' Bravo. Go ahead. Sure you aren't Nigneaux in disguisc.' snecIcd Horace Now you've go, 'e'n the 3il-nu.se em up and pile en the agony
 Old lack composedly chalked his cue, played, scored. played again and with dainty, delicate touch clicked the worries together iourscorc times before he sat down.
 Horace's face was picture. IL turned led. white. yellow. and finally settled down to seagreen as he made his last shot and miscued
 Then old lack scored the three he needed. and with don, play the game l used to do. but m old woman with gingham umbrella could whip Horace Field al billiards sat down and brushed the chalk off his coat.
 Horace says il was all a pu, up job. Those Hoosier drummers would skin the teeth oi ,hree-card monte man. and a righteous youth from Gotham has no chance with them