The Irish standard., 1910-01-22

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joined another horde of the sky
scrapers under another chief, and
passed the long, dark hours unbound,
but carefully guarded by circle of
hungry-looking dogs. never saw so
many dogs in one family before, and
began to appreciate that the canine
was a great institution among these
embryo policemen.
1T was the second morning after
our capture that lib and discovered
that which surprised us more than the
finding of the giants themselves. For
after our captor and the new chief had
conversed for few minutes, and lib
had wanted to bet neither understood
what the other was saying, they sat
down on some skin art-squares near
us, and our Simon Legree produced a
dirty deck Of playing-cards. l thought
Tbs eyes would pop out of his head.
l wouldn't have been more SURPRISED
if the chief had yanked out a grand
piano.
'Playing-cards!' gasped lib. The
idea Of these untutored children know
ing anything about our great institu-
ton! Why, Billy, it shows some white
man has been here among EN- and re-
manned alive long enough to teach 'em
few of our home pastimes 1 wonder
if he was offered up to the Black Dog!
What are they playing-whist?
| "Tib, you know, had no use for
sports, and had never known him to
tease Fortuna with coin. He always
said he was too busy earning money
to find time to throw 1t away to q
greater knave than himself.
They deal five apiece informed
him. I think-by heavens, It's so!
They are playing poker!'
| "And hang me, sir, If they weren't!
| There they sat, two enormous, copper.
colored, tin-horn sports, discarding and
drawing with the utmost celebrity, and
punctuating their luck with few
'wahs!' They evidently had estab-
lished standard of values, as bows
and spears and skins and pieces of
driftwood were quickly put up and
changed hands without any confusion.
"'Mr. Goliath, of Gath, Is evidently
playing in hard luck observed lib,
with swapping eyes, as our captor lost
big pot on three Jacks held cold.
"'Glad Of it!' cried. I hope he gets
maced for every barbed arrow in his
CULVER. Serve him plaguey right
"1 don't know unused lib, follow
ing the play keen1y; the other Eiffel
tower strikes me as being, If anything,
even more reprehensible of feature.
That scar on his left cheek makes him
look hungry
II, too, noted this. The chief of our
tribe was now down to his dogs and
captives, and it was evidently a strug-
gle for him to decide which he would
hazard. But the dog means life to the
snow people, and with grunt, intend
ed for q sigh, he, s1!llenfy motioned for
me to step on the carpet. 100.
"'Great Scott! He's betting you, Bill
ly!' cried lib. Why, this will never
do! We mustn't be separated, for I'd
be ashamed to go back without you.
And alone up here you'd be as helpless
as an elder duck in Central park
1 WIuu6 LID UuC 1ClL ulSCOul
aged. I was elated to observe he had
decided to postpone dying, and hope
surged through my frost-lined veins
as he gave evidence Of returning to
his old masterful self. For, even as I
was wagered, believed his savoir
faire would yank US both back to the
friendly coast, once he got to work
ing.
1.-THE visiting chief tossed a few
skins and spear beside me.
Clocks kind of bad for our boys
now I observed sorrowfully.
"'You're worth more than that, Bill.
ly!' cried lib, drawing near in his ex-
element. It's shame to sacrifice a
man that way Make the old miser at
least approach your value Make him
throw in another spear!'
But brought no more, and, to Tbs
dismay, 1 changed owners on a pair
of tens.
"'Of all the senile monstrosities!' he
roared. why, my child in gilded
cage, haven't played poker since
was young and foolish, but I'd know
more than that. Tell me, what will q
flush take?
II was ashamed to show any deep
knowledge Of the game, as lib had al.
ways kept me pretty straight. but
told him, and with low heart STUN.
bled back to my new master.
"'And this idiot here!' continued
lib, forgetting himself in his disgust
and tapping his owner on the head,
has thrown you away. He let slide a
chance of making flush in order to
draw to measly pair!'
"Mr. Goliath gave howl at Tbs
presumption and raised spear But
lib was mad clear through, and shak.
ing his dimpled fist in the others face
he pointed accusipgly at the lone pair
and then quickly showed him from the
discard how he would have made q
heart flush if he'd been bright. And
you call that poker, you old pirate!
Kissed lib, swapping his fingers be-
meath his disgruntled masters long