The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1907-03-02

hair carefully parted down the center
of his head. That he looked milder
and younger than he really vas
may or may not have been us
fault--it certainly was not his mis-
fortune.
He had arrived two days previous
" at the little town of Coleman, 10
recuperate after a fatiguing winter
season.
Quite what his occupation was very
few peOple knew. He occasionally
backed horses-to lose; knew lew
card tricks with which he amused
strangers; and good many more
which he neither showed TO them nor
amused them with. He was falrly
good pigeon shot; and an exception
ally clever billiard player.
Coleman had been recommended 10
him by his bosom friend, Samuel Dug
ger, who was native of the place.
on this particular afternoon he was
gazing mildly at the "Frecmasoh
Hotel debating whether he should
enter or not. After few minutes
cogitation he sauntered in, ana maze
for the billiard room
Calling for a scotch and soda, ne III
a cigarette, and stood watching "A pale
faced. lanky individual awk|ardIy
Knocking the balls about the table
DO you play" qucried that gentle
man, catching Mr.. Hardon's interest.
ed look
you can hardly call it playing
he replied, hcsitatngly. Seeing he
made a fairly comfortable living with
his billiards, this was perhaps
fact Besides, I'm awfully out OF
practice
som l." confessed the young
man; Il was just knocking the balls
about to see If | remembered tho
game"
Well | don't mind trying my
hand" murmurod Mr. Harden.
Right" cried the young man,
bliskly What shall it be? Fifty
up
Fifty up? oh, that means we've
got to make 80 points doesn't it?'
Yes, said the young man, chalk.
ing the tip of his cue industriously.
the man who makes so first wins
Il see, Which ball do | have?
I've almost forgotten
About 20 minutes play, when the
game stood 10 to II, the young man
carelessly suggested having little
something up on 1t,
wen. I'm not gambler" stated
Mr. Harden, but | don't mind half
dollar"
eco ahead, then, It's your play"
Playing pingpong?" inquired
gentleman who had entered whilst
the game was in progress. after the
two iunoCents had sent their balls
on the floor half dozen times.
At the end OF an hours play Mr.
Harden raced out winner by 90 to
4G; and it is doubtful If he would
have won then had not the palcfaced
young man sent his last two balls on
the ground
Let's have another game sug-
gestcd the loser paying over his 30
cents.
Don't forget they close at t."
extensively remarked the gentleman
who had been watching the game
Il don't mind" answered Mr. lIar-
don, ignoring this individual Same
stakes"
Let's have decent bit up on II
this time seeing we'ro about level
What do you say to ten dollars"
Go ahead, then" said Nr. Harden
See here exclaimed tho specta
tor who by his greasy appearance
seemed 10 be a butcher. addressing
Mr. Harden, you're both pretty bad
players. but rather fancy the other
chap is a bit better than you"
You do, do you?" answered Mr.
Nardon, blandly
Yes! And In spite OF your win,
ming the last game I'm ready to back
him"
Let mo see" reflected Mr.. Har
don, Il won the game on a strange
table"
Then whutu you back him for?"
he asked suddenly.
same as the stakes Ton"
Done With YOU" said MIR lIardon
pickiug lip Ills cue
The ralo young man and his hacker
exchanged knowing Elauces
GO it" cried the former rs his
opponent bent over the table.
And Mr., Harden did ro it to the
extent of making beautiful little
break OF %.
Here. what do You call thisa'
clustered the greasy gentleman
billiards" said MIR Harden. mild
~. What did you think ID wasa
Ping pong?"
shut up Barker" said the young
man, irritably, you put me out"
Gritting his teeth he surveyed the
table darkly. The balls were too bad
ly placed for him TO make more
than ten.
Mutterng viciously, he gave place
10 MIR. Harden and watched that yea.
tlemua while he handled the balls
as if they were alive.
Playing with rare skill. he put To-
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