The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1899-06-18

an qudHhed 10 express this opinion I am
aware thai most Joker PLAYERS allege thai
lsLt IS as Olnlcult for woman 10 play pok-
81 as 70 throw stone / can recall two
women. who could Buff me 10 a standstill
Gnu never wink an eyelid Men are NOT in
~ ~ When II comes TO biuflng with a woman
II Is natural In her and acquired in as
S5'.f,hbl me teii you about my friend Mrs.
,, she would make crackajaek poker
giidyer II she would only try the game.
| PIN PIC Illustrates what / have said about
1.ullhlgt BECAUSE she is an innocent little
| INNS. hardly 70 Years old. and She hasn't
lao ndo Alae 10 acquire anything except
iiuspahd. l knew her father when he was
n my regiment, and have kept track of
| ner ever since she was years old Her
tedther was our surgeon-major, and fire
lshpW with a leaning toward botany and
sucH tnlilSs. In recent years he has grown
I neaf-slghted. He viii do anything for his
| qaughter, and she works him beautifully
re ana 1 We're dining with the Smiths at
| jor said;
My dear that fern which you have
| Oh the taoie is disgrace. Why don't you
scr something really good?'
| ., can't afford 1t just now, said Mrs
smith, suggesUvely.
Wen, L will get it for you, said the
Mrs Smith then told of beautiful fern
| Mhich she mad seen al Blanks dollhouse
| 70 DC so.d for $l2. l don't know anything
ABOUT tnOSe things, but when she deScrib-
| cd the fern to the major he said 1t was
| just what she should have and he gave
| her the money to buy it When we dined
| with the Smiths again the fern was in the
| center of the table and the major peered
! at 1t through his glasses and told her that
| S Sse mad a bargain. Before he left the Ia
| pse MRS. smith put tablespoonful of wa
| Ter on the fern and the major poured on
nLtIe more from his glass.
| mol too much water. you know, and
| the tern VIII thrive, ne said.
| Every night when we dined at the
| Snlths che major took delight in pouring
a little water on his tern, as he called H.
1 nEr Ia VNsa1lx
| . 1t IS odd that that fern hasn't grown
| since YOU got il. Ii looks healthy and it
should have thrown out new leaf or
| g oh, it has grown a lot said Mrs.
| smith, and If had not caught suspicion
| OF smile on her husbands face l would
| thinking / don't know anything about
| ferns but have pretty good eyes. look
| ed closely az this one and as we left the
| table ! ieir OF it. When had an oppor-
| tunity l said to Mrs. Smith
/ I've called your bluff
| What buff, Colonel?' she said looking
| fore
1.-The fern said l. It's artificial and 1t
| isn't good make-believe either Letting
your poor old father put water on il, too!
| What are you going to do about it?'
| She showed me her hand at this call
/ The artificial fern cost her 81, and with
I the other $1l She bought gloves.
" Don't give me away, she said, and
| father will not know the difference
] " What win you do to persuade him that
! it is growing?
| IA buy little larger one in a few
| weeks
| we dined there last night again, and as
| Mrs. Smith and the major each generously
| put little water on this artificial fern, 1
] thought to myself what a great poker
/ player that girl might become l hate TO
! see such ability wasted on fooling a near
! sighted man, but perhaps Mrs, Smith
| wouldn't be as interesting if she did play
| poker. However, she illustrates my theory,
| and there are others"
The sight of the ankle of Miss Kathryn
! Marie Dent, disjointed in playing tennis,
| and clad though it was in the daintiest
] for the nerves of Claiming A. Richard
/ son, a student of the Northwest Untver-
| sity, says the Chicago Intep-Ocean. Miss
! Dent has lately completed a post-gradu-
J ate course at Cummack School of Ora.
| tory, but this did not prevent her from
! engaging in game of tennis yesterday
| with Mr.. Richardson, who is a student
| of the Garrett Biblical Institute.
and Mr.. Richardson '7iobbed' the bali
catch the bail on the bound She wrenched
| her ankle and threw it out of place MIR.
| Richardson cleared the net with one
| bound TO assist his late opponent.
| Pull it!' exclaimed the young woman,
extending her foot toward her late adj
/ versary.
! torted limb or the suddenness of the
/ tempting invitation that caused Mr.. Rich
| ardson TO faint will never be known, as
! Mr. Richardson refused to be interviewed
| on The subject. At any rate, he fell in a
| heap before the disjointed ankle and silk
stocking, and could not assist the disabled
| young woman.
| But a gallant iceman, who had conclud-
ed his rounds of a number of Evanston
! homes, was passing, and, not being as
young theologian, and being accustomed
to the process of pulling legs, speedily
| Strengthened he limb of Miss Dent. 1t
| required a chunk Of ice to bring Mr.
| Richardson to his Senses and the young
| lady viii be about in few days.
We go to church, says the Ladies' Home
| Journal TO worship God: and His at
| tributes include all that is noble in life.
| all that is hopeful in death, and all that
| is beautiful in thought or in nature. What
| o man wonships determines what he is.
| To sincerely adore and appreciate good
! ness wisdom, power, loneliness and in
| telligence, as exhibited in the character
| of the Christ of the Bible. is to be in
! spired with the highest thoughts and be-
/ come Dartaker in an increasing meas
| IRE of that grand Divine nature. We go
! to church 10 reform evil, to secure
strength in our weakness, to revive our
| hope, to obtain comfort in grief, to ele-
| vate our thinking to purify and intensity
! our feelings, to preserve and restore our
i health. to increase our knowledge, TO
| arouse our love for all that is good To
| make our home more sweet. to make So
J Glety more DIOtHSi1y ana DtdG6lui, TO get
| resi- from care, to be better fitted for
| business, 10 secure enthusiasm for heroic
4 Deeds and TO find pure and permanent
happiness.
After The Piay-Ella Bentley, Jr., in the
| New Orleans Times Democrat.
My gemmed lorgnette and my opera
And the flowers. that dropped and died
And the numbeTless things that girl
heart loves,
| / carelessly toss aside.
For the play is done, and sit and muse
| In the hush of my darkened room,
| While the wilted buds sweet scents diff
| fuse
Like incense lamps IN the gloom.
Oh, my mind still turns to each tragic
| scene
And the thrilling plot of the play,
| And | wonder # ever a man has been
Who loved in so wondrous a wayi
| I recall each passionate word he'd speak
| As he plead for her nand and heart,
| And il gIieved me to think that the glow
| on her cheek
Was only the blush of art!