Connecticut western news., 1896-05-07

tor came along and asked him, "What station, sirsh he simply said, "Baggle," and, on being pressed for further answer,
 amended 1t to "Wog." The official, much mystified, told him he was on the wrong
 train and passed on.
 By the extraordinary luck of the Dink- vile man his side had pulled up even with
 the other. and the apoplectic man was beaming with delight, while 1t was the turn of Benzine Park and Halfway to
 grate their teeth and revile fickle fate. Halfway was inclined to take most of the
 credit to himself approving his partner in a patronizing way, which wilted down con. siderably when he found he could get only two replies, neither of which was he able to comprehend. In the excitement of an even game distrust of the fourth player had
 been half forgotten, but 1t was reused again when, before picking up his cards, he gazed intently into space and repeated
 this formula:
 "Baggle, baggle, bagglel Wog-wog,
 wog wog, wog-wog, wog'wog, wog-wog-
 wogl"
 "whewl" gasped West Solitude, becom- ing considerably less ruddy than before.
 'tI guess we'd better make this the last hand"
 "I think so," assented his partner,
 nervously glancing at the unperturbed mysterious one, and Halfway said, "Yosr' in tone that came from the pit of his domelike stomach. Dinkville said what they all knew he would say, and his part
 ner led an ace.
 "Baggle," exclaimed Dinkville and trumped the ace.
 Up rose the apoplectic. His eyes shot fire. His teeth grated together. A i mighty and holy wrath glowed upon all his features and particularly upon his
 nose. He cast caution to the winds and
 his cards into the aisle, seized himself by
 the shirt collar and broke into more or less articulnte speech,
 "Wowl" he gasped in a strangled voice. "Ughl B-r-r-r-rl What in blank, sirl By the heavens above! To trump-why -why-what do you suppose-how dare you show your face among decent men' My ace! Trump my acel Why, men have been shot down in cold blood for less. And the first trick Whoopl B-r-r-r-rl Why, thought you were only an imbeoile, a harmless hunk of paresis, a-a-a reek- ing sop of helpless idiocy; you, with your baggle and your wogl But, by the Lord, sir, you're a maniac, blank your eyes, a malicious and murderous gibbering fugitive from a life of barred windows and straitjacke1s. Trumped-my-acei Do you realize what you've done, you jabber- ing wog- -bagelerf You're crazy; you re drunk; you'rc-helpl He's broken looser' It did look that way. All the meekness had died out of Dinkville's face. He seized his apoplectic partner by the throat and iammed him furiously back into the seat whence he had risen. Then be picked up han nf rdc ha of trumps was slammed down upon the board.
 'rBagglep' yelled the player. Triumph Down went the king of trumps. "Wogp' whooped Dinkville. 'Whack" The queen followed. "Baggle, baggle wogr he chanted. "Slamm Down went the knave
 "Woggle" snorted the excited citizen Then in a shower they fell, one trump after another, until ten of them were there, and after that came ace, king and queen of another suit, making up the whole hand, and as they banged down on the board the abused, criticised and sus peoted victim of the game sang his song of triumph.
 "Bagglel Why shouldn't trump your
 blooming ace? Wogl You internal fat fool Baggle-wog! I'll-waggle-teach you some-baggle-about this-bogwag
  glowog wogglebagl Bagwagglel Bag. glewaggle! Bogglel Bugglel Bagglel whoopi Wow Wogp"
 Call the brakeman" cried a voice down at the other end of the car, and at that the long suffering man from Dink- yllle regained his composure. He looked | at his partner, who was white and purple in streaks of wrath and terror; at the man from West Solitude, who had crawled over the reor seat and gained the aisle, and at the dyspeptic, who, at the final outburst,
 had dropped to the aoor, scrambled across and was eying him from his perch on the
 back of a seat opposite Then he laughed. You all think I'm crazy, guess, !" said he. Well, I'm not. I'm superstitious, that's all You see, friend of mine told me that when luck was running bad in a game it's great thing just to say, Bag. gle and 'Wo9.' You mustn't say any. thing else. It's regular hoodoo if you do. And you've got to keep to your for mula. I didn't mean to make any dis.
 turbance about it here, but 1t worked SC
 we'll that my fat friend there with the | purple face got a little excited, and that | worked me up."
 He paused, and dozen voices asked eagerly:
 "What's the formulas"
 Well, it's this way: At first, If your luck isn't good, you begin with Baggle, three times, and then you've got to figure
 out after that according to a varying rule l like this: If you''-
 "Diukville on the Railroad Track i'' | yelled the trainman.
 My station," cried the demonstrator of mystery. I'm of. Explain it to you
 some other time" And he was gone. His promise was never kept, and he has left large and interested travelling
 and card playing community in the lurch. There are two factions among the com.
 muters now, as ever, but they are divided on new lines. Formerly Cayepdish and Hoyle marked the lire of divergence; now
 it Is baggle and wog.-New York Sun.