Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1905-10-14
SOUNDED LIKE HOME

Three OF the sinful players in a FOUR
handed poker game that took place very
recently in 18th street room were mar
ried men
The young man in whose room the game
went on is bachelor.
At 1 o'clock in the morning the bunch
rose and stretched. preparatory to getting
down to final hour Of all jackpots. and
the host got results after doing some in
teresting things with a shaker.
After mixing the drinks the young bach
elor host disappeared behind screen for
moment. reappearing SO quickly, how
ever. that none of the other men noticed
that he had been out of their sight.
The young bachelor picked up his drink
and stood talking with his three friends,
when all hands were electrified by the re-
proachfuI strains of feminine voice pro-
ceeding along the following lines:
so here you are, are you, and It's al
most time to get up for breakfast
Don't you dare try to tell me it's only
midnight! I've got my watch right here
under my pillow. and have been looking
at it every blessed minute for the past four
or five hours!
go away! Don't you dare have the pre-
sumption to try to kiss me!
You've been drinking again. too. and
where's your promise? Don't you think
can smell your horrid drinking breath?
And don't you tell me that you haven't
been playing cards again, after all Of your
promises! Don't you dare to deny it,
Before you went out you promised me
faithfully that you'd be back by halt-past
10 o'clock and here 1T is almost daylight!
You are perfect brute, and you know
you are!
Coming stumbling into your home at
this hour of the morning, and thinking you
can just smooth things over and make
everything right by-don't say a word!
won't listen to you.
''Oh, l know perfectly we'll what you
want to say-that there were several initia-
lions at the lodge, followed by an impor-
tant business meeting, and that you. as
despite your pleadings to be allowed to
come home to your dear Little wife.
Your dear little wife, indeed! Lots you
care for her, you cruel, wicked, inconsider-
ate thing, you!
and me, shaving and toiling and working
my finger nails of. with only one servant
morning. noon and night, and not thing
to wear that is fit to be seen. while you
carouse and gamble with the pack OF
wretches who are just bleeding you!
Il just wish my poor. dear mother knew
how you were carrying on, so l do! She
would come to me by the very first train!
Don't you dare, sir, to breathe one word
against her!
She is all have, so there, now-boo- hoo
l wish l had never left her, so 1 do-boo-
hoO-hoo! l just know that she would not
ously you were treating me, unfeeling
thing-boo-hoo!
There is the milkman at the basement
door this very minute. and you staying out
playing poker till such time!
And. of course, you have lost all your
money, and I'll have to go right on wearing
my summer clothes until it's about fifty de-
grees below zero,
"Oh, I know-you haven't even got car
fare to go to the office, and
What is that you are saying, Jack?
You won S235!
Jack! Jacket Jackie, Jackie-boysky
You don't mean it! And you're going to
get me that cream lace dress that We saw
in the window the other evening, and have
my seal coat made over, and--Jack DID
you really win all that money! Well, you
dear old thing, you! Well, 1 always did
think you were the loveliest old cute
| thing" ETC.. etc.
The three married men listened to The
first five or six expressions from the
screened talking machine with open mouths
and somewhat worried countenances, an6
then the bachelor host went over ant
pulled away the screen, revealing the talk.
ing machine
kind O. natural-the same old junk, hey
fellers?' said the married men to eacf
other when the talking machine cylinder
had run out.