St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1886-10-20

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ing around his chin. He is not so old as
Horace was when he dealt the last hand in
the game of life, but he possesses all the
diplomacy and inherent shrewdness thai
made the Gotham editor so famous and OF
whom Mcpherson is a devout admirer and
follower. When Horace yelled, go West
young man," Mcpherson was working on a
farm in New York state but he immedi-
ately resigned and locking his wardrobe
up in red handkerchief. slung 1t over his
shoulder and turned his face toward the set
ting sun. Since Mcpherson came West,
the man that keeps the records says that he
has been very successful and being forcibly
struck with the importance of the prefix
Mac in this country, he secured a very pleas
ant residence on McBoal street. and quietly
tells his friends that there can be no doubt
about his being eligible to public Office.
The sun shines into Macs life every day in
the year. and his disposition runs constant
risk of being sunstruck. The only time he
frewns is when his stenographer begins to
play some martial air on the typewriter.
This rough, uncOuth music fortunes his re-
fined soul, and he isn't slow in making it
known Mac is the greatest lover OF
games that probably can be fonnd in
the entire municipality. He plays
everything from marbles to poker, although
he deals gently with the latter game and al
ways insists that the ante must not be more
than cents with the limit fixed at a
quarter But of all the games he plays his
affection leans towards dice, with all impress
sive lean. The game seems to have pc
culiar fascination for him. and he will sit
for hours by himself and monkey with the
deluSive cubes with no other purpose than
to see how many times he can throw five
aces in succession. He has wonderful luck.
and if his principles did not prevent him
from playing for money he might win fort
une with the ivory squares. He is always
looking for new game, and whenever he
hears of one he takes great interest in it,
and at once is anxious to learn its mysteries.
The is story going the rounds about Mac
and according to his curiosity, on one occaS-
ion at least, cost him considerable money.
It was one summer about three years ago.
He was taking vacation in the West
One day he found himself in small Mon
tana town, and going into the office of the
hotel that night he saw a crowd Of fellows
sitting around. They were respectable
looking men for that part of the country
and Mac soon got into conversation with
them. The acquaintance grew Splendidly,
and finally, when one of the gang proposed
to play ''pOkes'' for the drinks. Williams
agreed to it without q murmur. He didn't
know what the game of pOkeS was, but of
course he wanted to learn it. The game
was played as follows: A man was blind
folded and handed a cane. On the wall
was pasted piece of paper, and the man
with the cane was turned around few
times in the center of the room. after
which he poked at the wall
with his cane to see how near
he could come to striking the paper. and
the man who struck the furthest away had
to buy the drinks. All the men took their
turn and Mac was called up. He fixed his
eye on the piece of paper until the hand
kerchief was tied around his head, deter
mined to beat them all. He was twisted
around by the gang half dozen times
and told to go. He stuck his cane up and
walked to the spot where he thought the
paper was. When the cane touched the
wall everybody laughed and Williams jub-
ilantly asked if he had hit it, No answer
came. and after waiting a minute. he pulled
off the bandage and looking around found
that the gang had skipped out and left him
alone. This made him mad, but he was
somewhat wild when while later he found
a pocketbook, with $500 and several annual
passes in it. which he had carried in his
hip pocket, was missing. The popularity
of the game of POkeS then dawned upon
him. and. telegraphing for a trip pass, he
returned home, a poorer but wiser man.