The Jennings daily record. [volume] (Jennings, La.) 1900-1903, 1902-05-20
UNLUGKY AT CARDS.
Copyright. 1902. by Daily Story Pub. Co,

They were coming home from card
party and, with the exception of DON
elson, were rather silent trio. Pro-
gressive euchre had been the game:
Donelson had carried off first prize
and was mildly jubilant; or as Morton
said, aggressively cheerful
1t was cold night; the snow lay
: deep and only a narrow footpath ran
, irregularly along the sidewalk. The
last car had passed some time before
and they We're walking in single file
to keep out of the drifts. Donelson
had assumed the lead and Morton
followed ASS Wilson. who carried on
| a desultory conversation fore and aft.
How long will you be in town this
time, Edith?'' Doneison asked.
81 am going back tomorrow: Just
as 1 was having the best of times"
The time of your life?'
-. ''Well, one of them. But l received
a letter from home this morning and
simply must CO.
I'm awfully sorry, wanted to take
you to the cotiIlion next Tuesday.
Anyhow, I'll try to see you again be-
fore you leave. What train do you
/ take ?"
"Half-past ten tomorrow; mean
this morning
All right, you wait for me- and I'll
take you to the station. Come up to
the station, Jack, and see me see Edith
Off"
Thanks, Frank. feel sorely tempt
ed; but l can't get off at that time,
| you know"
Bah! you mean you feel sore be-
cause you didn't ask her first. You
| could get off if you wanted to. I say,
| edith, do you believe in the saying,
! Tnlucky at cards, lucky in love?'
Why, Frank?"
oh, nothing, only I was just think
| ing Jack might console himself with
| 1t. He came out in to-night's contest
way down the list, and it struck me
he seemed rather cut up No offense
meant, old chap. l wouldn't feel so
! badly about it if We're you; because
IT you really wanted the thing You
could get a duplicate of it for a couple
of dollars
You make me tired, Donelson," says
Morton, Il don't care for the thing,
as you call it. l wanted to win it
for a reason Of my own
"A reason of your own? Not all
| yours, dear boy. Dry your tears. I'll
give the bone of contention to Edith.
So she gets it, what's the difference?"
None; to you" replies Morton.
Brace up, Jack" says Donelson.
perhaps you'd have better fortune at
something else. Card playing is not
your forte Now. ! always win. And
yet I'm an exception to the saying. too,
for I'm equally fortunate in-But mod
esty forbids me to be more specific
Then it's the first time it ever did
forbid you.
LAS l said before, Jack, you are too
much cut up over a trif1e to see any
fun in the affair. Don't be a fox bark
ing at the grapes just because you
can't have them. The fact is you're
! jealous of my winning ways: that's
what's the matter with you. But
| cheer up. If not at cards, why then
! along some other line. Just follow
me and you'll always
oh, quit cried Morton. You're
very tiresome.
stop quarreling. you two. and fol-
! low me- said Edith: follow on, fol-
low on, and the light of faith you'll
see''
Il could always follow you, Edith
says Morton, softly, only give me the
| right"
Prank Chis from Miss Wilson.
| suddenly and rather irrelevantly) II
! wish YOU would walk a little faster.
| I'm continually stepping on your
| heels"
"Surei And hadn't noticed it.
| Edith. Your feet must be as light as
| Jacks head. But anything to please
| you. So here goes" and Donelson
| plunged ahead.
Edith" continued Jack, won't you
| prove there is truth in that old saying
| 'Unlucky at cards, lucky in love |
! love you, dear, with all my heart
| Give me something to build hope on"
Nonsense; don't begin that all over
again, and in the street, too. Anyhow,
| l, for one, have not the slightest faith
! in any musty, old proSerb. If you are