The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1905-02-05
DOOR POKER PLAYER;
| GOOD FIDDLER
Short Lived Conversion OF Man
Up Against Hard Propo-
sition at Draw.

( This man. who lives in a detached, II
modest. home Of his own in Brooklyn,
began to believe one night couple OF
weeks ago that he didn't know how to
play poker.
He had just dropped the equivalent Of
about months pay in defence OF his four
mines. The other fellow had four queens.
This remarked the man, Is where |
sulk' for the rest Of the route. Gimleted
out with four mines in my mitt, hey2 Here
is where | make standing pole-vault into
the discard and poke no more
Reaching home, he took his patient wife 8
hand in his hands and told her that, after
searching analysis of himself, he had
found that he wouldn't do. Wherefore.
he added, every sou-markee that he pulled
down from his legitimate labors in the
future was to be devoted to the proper
purposes and uses of himself and hts heirs
and assigns now and forever.
She expressed her great relief and joy.
On the following day. in conformity with
his resolution henceforth to find his amuse-
ment at home of nights, he rummaged
around among the second hand stores
and finally found the fiddle, with the bow
and case, that he wanted paying all OF -
for the outfit.
In his early youth this man had been able
to scrape 40 passably on the violin that his
playing hadn't deprecated the value Of
real estate in his boyhood neighborhood more
than IS or 10 per cent. He was determined,
therefore, TO resume his fddling after a
hiatus that had endured for many
years, a. one of the methods whereby he
might divert himself and his wife at home.
and also keep his mind from dwelling upon
the insidious game OF draw.
He blew in an additional $3.50 for the
purchase of strings. keys bridge, tail
piece and chin rest for his 81 Strad. and
carried the gear. together with the instru-
ment. home with him on his way from the
office
His patient wifes eyes cleaned with
happiness.
I am so delighted, she said, ecstatically,
that you are going to take up your music
againl IL seems so queer. doesn't 1t, that
| have never heard you play.
Yep. said he. cheerily, out you We got
something 10 live for just for that reason.
Once violinist, always a violinist, y'know.
When ! get this hewgag rugged up. I'll
be hurting out some sweet strains thatl
make you think of your happy girlhood
days down by the crick just you watt
After an hours work in getting the fiddle
strung up, he rosined the bow ana drew
1t across the strings
II was pretty squeaky start
His wife's countenance fell just a little
He tuned up the instrument again. and then
he was of in bunch with what purported
TO be tho Flower Song.
His wife's face went blank before he had
sawed seven bars. Then wounded
antelope expression crept into her eyes.
He. however was too busy with his rendi-
ton Of the Flower Song TO notice this
His wife softly stole into the next room,
and raising a window, leaned out into the
ocld air IA far IA she could and wondered
what she had ever done 10 deserve it.
Bringing his performance 10 wabbly,
horrfio and precarious close. he rested the
instrument on his knee and looked around
for tumutuous applause. He found him
self alone in the room.
The music has probably affected her go
he said 10 himself. that she has gone into
her room to weep her tender little heart
out, poor child ! III have to stop playing
80 patheticatly. she's so sensitive It's
unfortunate that I've got so much over
whelming expression at my finger tips.
SO he fastened into the Other room. where
he found his wife still leaning out OF the
window. Her figure was not however,
being shaken by convulsive sobs In fact
she turned quite a calm face upon him
Well little one, said he. folding her in
his fond embrace. what dye think Of your
man as a violin player
She gazed at him sadly and released
herself from his grasp.
Heaven forgive me for giving you such
advice. Jack" she said to him in voice
filled with anguish, -but-Jaok, go and
play poker"