Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1892-02-27
Of them ar ner throar and waist.

Oh Jncm dt her tnrOdt anu waist.
well" she thought, giving them q
few coaxes and pats, eff | don't look
stylish, | hope | look lady-like; that will
Suffice
CHANGING up, she saw Mr.. Standish's
face smiling I'VE her shoulder in the
glass. She felt embarrassed for a mo
ment, her confessed candidly, II was
wondering if my Quaker dress would do
justice TO the festive occasion"
lit is a beautiful harmony, a melody
in gold and white he answered. touch
ing the yellow heart Of the lilies and
pointing to her golden hair.
More like n dirge, l look so colorl,ss
and white she said. She was a tritle
pale, and looked troubled; fashionable
life did not agree with her.
''Quite like a bride, my dear. Bless
you, my children, bless YOU" cried Mrs.
Morris, who, entering the parlor just
then, had caught Phebe's words. and see
ing the tableau in the mirror. came to-
ward them playfully, extending her arms
in benediction.
Mr.. Standish turned suddenly away
from the mirror. and confronted Mrs.
Morris dark searching eyes. He looked
at her earnestly with his sober brown
ones. She smiled at him and nodded hei
head encouragingly.
1T is high time the play began she
said, and her words seemed to he fraughi
with a hidden meaning az she continued
"'I.e either fears his fate too much,
who dares not put IL to the touch,
And win or lose ~ ALL
Is it to be "a poker party only" she went
on. "or are we To have our rubber oil
whist as usual, tonight"
Il trust our kind hostess will permit
your whist table; don't quite compre
bend or admire your great American
poker" replied Mr.. Standish, as theI
ascended the stairs leading to the private
parlor.
Il am glad to hear one gentleman adj
nit as much" said Mrs. Morris. 'Ac
Cording to my ideas, poker is not a parlol
game. Why, the very terms, Jack Pot,
Full, Flush are obnoxious, and the
betting is terrible. | have actually seer
ladies winning and losing with all tn,
eager recklessness of Mississippi rive
gamblers-and l saw a party of then
once commit murder oven a game q
poker
Phebe felt ashamed before this STRANGE
for her cousin Annette. who had dis
tinctly called her entertainment a"Poke
Party"
II am quite sure my cousin" she be.
gan.
"Ob, dare say your cousin will allow
US to play what we please. my dear
quickly interrupted Mrs. Morris, ''and |
beg pardon for having been so sweeping
and ultra in my remarks regarding the
propriety of the game. | dare say it i:
an old lady's old-time, over-fastidious
idea, along with some others | entertain
on the subject of the big. big D's-Danc.
ing, Dressing, and Drinking. You don't
care to dance, Miss Phebe, you dress
modestly, and | don't want you 10 learn
to play poker" and Mrs. Morris affection.
ately patted the girls arm, upon which
she was leaning.
"Oh, | shall play whist with you, OF
course; it will be my last game, perhaps,
as ! return home next week" replied
Phebe, a little soberly.
Return next week. repeated Mr..
Standish, stopping short in their walk
along the long corridor.
Yes, said Phebe; recess is over, the
bell has rung, my holiday ended, and
school begins
y stream of bright light and a chatter
of gay voices issued from the h~alf-opened
door toward which they turned theil
steps. DR.. and Mrs. hurry stood in the
middle of the room, receiving their guest:
and assigning them to their places at the
small tables arranged around the room.
Poker, whist. or progressive euchre:'
i~nterrogated Mrs. hurry, as the guests
entered, presenting each one with a pref.
tily decorated card, lettered and number.
ed for the table and game selected.
THE young ladies generally preferred
euchre, although a few lively ones de.
clared poker To be the only game worth
playing; each one adding somewhat
sharply, in parentheses, that they ''al
ways won, and intended to keep up theil
reputation This evening"