The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1889-10-26

in an innocent game Of cards where no
money was at stake. But this is the way
it really happened. My Oldest brother,
Bill, has a smart but delicate boy named
Roger that he sent out Of the city to the
farm to grow strong. The old people just
dotted on that boy in q few months, and
nothing that he did seemed wrong to them,
till he wanteo to play cards. This was
going too far, however, and it was sternly
forbidden.
''Well, the boy studied over the thing for
few days and finally seized on the old
mans weak point. Tom, my youngest
brother, you know, was killed in the war,
and father is never done Dragging about it
and reading war stories. So the lad
got a lot OF business cards from his father
and painted on some of them rough
pictures Of the famous generals of the war.
Grant stood, in his mind, for the king Of
hearts, though he did not call him so; Sher-
man, the king Of diamonds; Sheridan, the
king of spades; Mcclellan, the king of
clubs; JEFF Davis, the knave of hearts; Lee,
the knave of clubs, etc., while ten privates
stood for ten spot, and so on all the way
through. When this was done he showed
them to his grandfather, and easily induced
him to learn how to play with him game
he said he had invented himself, which he
called battle The old man found it
rather engaging, and by-and-by the old
lady got interested. and before long they
became expert players.
zone day Bill came over to spend few
days and see his boy. and father told him
of the little fellows cuteneSs in inventing
such an interesting game. Bill watched
them playing at it for awhile that night,
and suddenly broke up the fun by exclaim-
ing: "Why, you impudent little beggar,
what do you mean by teaching your con-
fiding old grandparents how to play
eucher.n
ut was too true, and at first the old
people were mad and chagrined, but they
loved the boy so that they forgave him be-
fore long, and, rejecting upon all the inno-
cent fun they had got out of the game, they
concluded that they were not too old yet to
break off from stupid traditions and keep
up with the rising generation, and that's
how cards found their way into the old
home at last"
pretty smart boy, +" said the listener, "but
no smarter than lad used to play with
| years ago. He lived on the farm next the
| school house and he was q bad one, l tell
you, and of course we all admired him. His
| father had thrashed him till he wearied of
| it, and one day varied the punishment by
| setting him to pick all the stones out OF a
| two-acre lot. The boy, instead of breaking
| his back over the stones, stole an old scare
crow out of his fathers corn field and set it
| up JuSU OuISlQ6 bu0 loIlC0 Ol bue lOL, Ill luIl
| view from the school yard. For week that
boy had target parties of his school fellows
throwing stones at that scarecrow until
every stone in that two-acre lot that
boyish arms could throw was out in the
lane where the scarecrow stood. Half a
days work sufficed for the bigger rocks, and
none of us know that he had to clear the
field till he began to gather them up. Then
we felt cheap,
"That's as old as Tom Sawyer" laughed
| the first speaker.
"Well," retorted the other, 81 think the
| boys of the old times were a good deal
smarter than those of to-day. any way"
81 don't know about that" was the reply.
II saw ragged gutter-snipe at the en-
trance to the bridge the other day, dive
under the feet Of the crowd after a silver
| coin on the pavement. That's mine, l
| dropped it. said man as he reached out
his hand for it. Nav yer didn't sneered
the boy, not this one.' Here he peered at
the coin in his dirty fist, and added. Yours
| didn't have no hole in it, Yes it did, said
the man, speaking before he stopped to
think. Give it here well. this amt got
| no hole,' chirped the urchin, as he held it
up tauntingly, and before the man could
recover from his embarrassment the crowd
| surged over him and bore him along"