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1 THE SUNNY SOUTH THIRD <PAGE jeorge rusan Hunter Washington’s Connection With Three Virg'inia Churches tShows Devout Character _eorge washin g ton B G loved is home life, and at j Mount Vernon he was ever I at his happiest and best, j He took active part in ali ( affairs of the life about him and performed his du ties as a private citizen with the zest and ability lie displayed in large mat ters of either an official or Three churches in Vir ginia hold proud claim to close connection with Washington, and he held the po of vestryman in each. One of these v ist church, Alexandria, another the ‘church in the town of that name irfax county, Virginia, and the c the Mount Vernon parish church. Christ Church, Alexandria jil Pohick church from a stream jflows in its ncigliboihood. last named was the home church • ashington, and that to which he ‘nost closely allied, having served as at and vestryman in it for over ,y years and during that time con- wart English custom of regular attend ance at public worship. An Englishman i visiting one of these “barons of the Po tomac" in colonial days, gives in his diary a picturesque description of at tending service at Pohick. He says: “The ladies drove to church in coaches and four, with liveried footmen and out riders. and the gentlemen went on horse back." The gay dresses and liveries and loud vociferations of the gentlemen call ing to their negro laqueys reminded hint The Pohick Church, as it is today uting generously to its support. Of | more of a meet of a fox hunt than of a •ist church he wus a frequent attend- . as business often called him to xandria, his postoffice, voting and rket pi ice, for considerable periods, I e;peciallv so after the revolution, n Pohick church, which suffered se edy from the misfortunes of war, was luontly closed. With the Falls church had much slighter connection, but t he was interested in its construc- n and acted as one of its vestrymen records show. Pohick Church 'ohiek church is situated in Fairfax .tnty, Virginia, 3 miles from the Po rtae river and 6 miles below Mount rnon. In Washington's day it was v center of an extensive neighborhood 'led by wealthy planters, whose broad res separated them widely from each er, and who therefore thought little a drive of half a dozen miles, more less, to church, for in that day the l Virginia families retained their etal- gathering of a church congregation. He adds, however, that quiet and reverence were observed within the church walls. Pohick church was built in 1772 after plans made by Washington, its construc tion being carried on under the direction of a committee of which he was chair man, and George Mason, of Gunston Hall, author of the Virginia bill of rights, and George William Fairfax, were mem bers. Pohick is a large, almost square, plain structure of red brick, relieved by steps, door and window facings and simple ex terior ornamentation of gray standstono. Its main entrance, dignified by two large doorways, is on the west side; another doorway, which on General Washington's plan was termed the front door, is on the south side. On the north the monotonous expanse of 'wall is relieved by a luxu riant growth of ivy that almost covers It and has crept with the years well round the corners and now beautifies both east and west ends. George Washington also designed the inner arrangement of the church, and the plan in his own handwriting is among the treasured archives at Church Mount Vernon. By it we Interior see that no space what- Which ever was given to vesti- Washing- bale or robing room, such ton D«» conveniences in those signed days evidently being con sidered superfluous. The high wine-glass pulpit stood in the center of the north wall, the communion table at the east end, while opposite to it. between the two west doors, stood the substantial font of native gray grange that is today in use in the sacred edifice. Tills plan shows also the assignment of the i>ews. and we note the class lines wnieh in those colonial days marked dis tinctions in church as well as in society. The church was evidently divided into two sections, a broad aisle running front the front door to the pulpit, marking the division between upper and lower class. The two center front seats were allotted to George Washington and George Wil liam Fairfax; those immediately behind to Lund Washington and Alexander Hen derson, respectively. Two side pews against the south wall were assigned to the extensive family of George Mason, on the other side to those of Captain Daniel McCarthy and Martin Cockburn. Within these exclusive precincts were the various seats allotted to the rector's family, vestrymen and merchants, magis trates and strangers. Beyond the tTocial divirion the seats were at once disposed of to, on one side, “the most respectable inhabitants and housekeepers," and on the other, to the “wives of the most respectable inhab itants.” The church must have been handsomely equipped in its day, for we read from the old records that George W. Washington supplied the gold leaf for the interior decoration, and sent to England for on appropriate s< t of books in blue and gold for the use of the church. The massive communion service, from which George Washington knelt to receive the sacra ments of the church, today in existence and restored to use in the church, bears witness to the richness of the original ap pointments of Pohica. Rev. Lee Massey was the first rector appointed to the church, and he served it long and faithfully, but quaint “Par son” Weems, the author of that unique life of George Washington, frequently officiated here. The building stands as stanch and firm on its foundation ns on the day it was erected, having withstood the storm and stress of a century and a quarter's wear and tear, as well as the devastation caus ed by its use and abuse by the passing armies of two wars, for it stood on the forks of an important highway in both Ihe revolutionary and civil wars, and served rs a most convenient picket shel ter for both men and beast. The wealth of the Pohic.k neighbor hood departed long ago, and it is now settled by a race of harfly farmers who garner a more or lesg scant subsistence ■ from the now exhausted soil. They have done their best to uphold Ihe traditions of the historic church by keeping its doors open. Patriotic outsiders, and Mrs. Hearst is one of these, have done a good part in the matter of repair and renova tion, and devoted and scholarly pastors have done a noble and self-sacrificing work in sustaining the services of Gen eral Washington's' parish church. Now the Daughters of the American Revolu- KIDNEY TROUBLE, LAME BACK AND RHEUMATISM CURED BY SWAMP-ROOT. To Prove What the Great Kidney Remedy, Swamp-Root, Wil! Do for YOU, Every Reader of The Sunny South May Have a Sample Bottle Sent Free by Mail. The Falls Church (taken during the civil war) tion have taken in hand the largest effort of all in connection with it. Their worthy object is to restore Pohick church to its original condition in every 'feature as far as possible, and are making every en deavor in their power to effect this end. The sum of $12,000 is required for the pur pose, and of this amount they already ■have a fair proportion in hand. It is greatly to be'hoped that'an early realiza tion of this effort may be accomplished, for no more patriotic object could be con summated than tlm restoration of this Mount Vernon parish church, whose walls were raised to the glory of God, chiefly through the instrumentality of George Washington. The Falls Church The second church in Fairfax county distinguished by connection with George Washington was erected in 1773, immedi ately after the Pohick church, and cost J?Vto. It takes its name from the Little Falls of the Potomac, though it is dis tant from that point at least half a dozen miles, and in its early days its name was U>e Little Falls church. The contract for the building was taken by James Wrenn, whose payment was to lie either 32,000 pounds of tobacco, or its equivalent in currency. Its general style and appear ance is peculiarly that of Pohick. They are of the same general proportions, the thick, brick walls, arched upper windows, the flat, pilastered door facings and point ed frontals. It is almost beyond doubt that Washington suggested its modeling after the Pohick church. Only recently the tree to which tradition says the father of his country tied hts horse while attending the Falls church was destroyed by fire. It was also furnished in 'the old style, with box pews. high, wine glass pulpit, and tablet on either side of its chaneel containing the decalogue tnd Lord's prayer in large letters. The floor was laid in tiles undoubtedly imported from England. This church suffered, too. by the rav ages of war and was used bin'll as hos pital and stable during the civU war. It has since been repaired and comfortably furnished, though not restored W> its orig inal style or degree of richne^. It is in a. thriving condition, being the only Epis copal church in the now considerable town of Falls Church, which with the growth of Washington city, and its con nection thereto by electric and steam rail ways has become a popular suburb of the national capital. The church is surrounded by beautiful trees, one least of virgin growth, anil stands amidst the tombs of a century’s age. Christ Church, Alexandria Christ church, Alexandria, also claim ing Washington as vestryman and ad viser in construction, was, too. built, in 1773, and in many particulars is very sim ilar to the other two with which it is connected. Tt is the most fortunate of the three in having retained many of the original appointments. The square pew on the left, occupied by George Washing ton and his family, has been left undis turbed to this day. The Bible on the lec tern is that originally used in the church and that on the pulpit is that used by George Washington trt Mount Vernon. The high pulpit is the same and the high sounding board was reclaimed from des uetude in an old lumber room and hung over it. The original communion table and font stand in the chancel, the original chancel chairs are also in use. The hanging chandeliers of brass with crystal pendants, in which wax can dles only are used, have also been re stored to place and use. All woodwork, pews, pulpit and walls are white, with narrow bands of gold, according to the original scheme of decoration. Though a century and a quarter have passed over the head of this quaint church, it is yet the daily shrine of many visitors to the old town of Alexander. Its church yard is surrounded by a brick wall, so built with iron railings between its columns that its gravestones may be seen from the street. Many who sleep beneath the sod here were parishioners of the church in Washington’s time. In this church yard was the first public meeting of the citizens of Alexandria to proclaim their adherence to the cause of independence, George Washington being the chairman. At this meeting he parted with his dear friends, the Fairfaxes, al lied to them by ties of marriage and friendship. Who could then have foreseen the significance Of this meeting in the churchyard of Christ church, Alexandria, and the great drama to which it led? T. F. McHUGH, ESQ. Tacoma, Wash., Nov. 29, 1901. DR. KILMER L GO.. Binghamton, N. Y. Gentlemen:—It gives me great pleasure to add my testimonial to that of hun dreds of others regarding the wonderful curative properties of Swamp-Root. I had a lame back three years ago before leaving North Dakota for the coast. Soon after my arrival in the Puget Sound country it became very much worse. I felt certain that the coast climate had given me acute rheumatism and came to th-' conclusion that I could not live in this climate. Later I became convinced that what I really had was kidney trouble, and that the rheumatism was due to my kidney trouble. The lameness in my back increased rapidly and I had other symp toms which indicated that I would soon be prostrated unless I obtained relief quickly. Noticing your offer of a sample bottle of Swamp-Root free, I had a friend write for one and began taking it immediately. Within three weeks the lame ness in my back began to disappear. During that fall and winter I took three one- dollar bottles of Swamp-Root with the result that I became completely cured. I no longer have pains in my back and can exorcise violently without feeling any bad effects. 1 have recommended Swamp-Root to several of my acquaintances who were similarly affected and without exception they have been greatly bene fited by its use. (T. F. 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Also a book telling all about Swam-p- Root.and containing many of the thousands upon thousands of testimonial letters received from men and women who owe their good health, in fact, their- very lives, to the wonderful curative properties of Swamp-Root. In writing, be sure and men tion reading this generous offer in The Atlanta Sunny South when sending your address to Dr. Kilmer & Go., Binghamton. X. If ycu arc already convinced that Swamp-Root is what you need, you can pur chase the regular fifty-cent and one-dollar size, bottles at the thug stores every where. “Don't mate any mistake, but remember the nam \ Swamp-Root, Dr. Kil mer's Swamp-Root, and the address, Binghamton, N. Y. \l\dirOI\ Tales *•”&** By John Kendrick Bangs ‘Being the Remarkable cAd'bentures of a Boy ’with a Lively Imagination. CHAPTER THREE Off In the Clouds OW the point to be decided,” #aid the Lefthandiron, af ter he and his companions had been flying through space for some time, “is where we are going. There are two or three things we can do, and Tom can have his choice as to which it shall be.” “Subject, of course, to my- advice,” said the Right- handiron with a bow to Tom. “You can go where u please if I please. See?” Yes,” said Tom, “I see. 1 can have way- as long as it is your way.” Precisely.” said the Righthandiron th an approving nod. “And as you may ve heard precisely means exactly so. ■ u can have your way as long as it is y way, which shows how generous I n. Fond of my way as I am, I am lling to divide It with you.” All right,” returned Tom. “I’m very uch obliged. What are the two things p can do?” Well," said the Lefthandiron, scrateh- g his head softly, “we can fly up a tie higher and sit down and watch the rid go around; we can take the long np, or we can visit Saturn. •What was the first?” asked Tom. To fly up a little higher, where we a get a better view; to sit down there ,d watch the world go around. It is l excellent way to travel. It's awfully ;y _in fact, it isn't you that travels all. It's the world that does the trav- ng, while all you've got to do is to down there and keep an eye on it. s like a big panorama, only it's real, 1 any time you see a place going by it you think you’d like to see more all you’ve got to do is to fly down °re and see it.” 'When you set up higher and sit down,” id Tom, “what do you sit on?” "You sit on me and I sit on my hind es, of course.” said Lefthandiron. mn't you know anything?” “Of course I do,” said Tom, indignant- “I know lots of things.” Then I can’t see why you nsk such ly questions.” retorted the Lefthand- m. “What do we sit on? Why, you ght just as well ask a dog what he irks with, or a lion what he eats his eakfast with—and that would be as ipid as the Poker's poem on Sand- iches.” “Did the Poker write a poem on Sand- >hes?” asked' Tom. “Eight of ’em,” returned the lefthand- m. “The first of them went this way; “He sat upon a lofty hill. And smoked hi» penny pipe. •Ha!’ quoth-a passing whippowil, ‘The oranges are ripe.’ “The other seven went like this,” rved the Righthandiron: ob- “The day was over, and the six- Teen little darkies then Found they were in a dreadful fix. Like several other men.” “There isn't anything about Sandwiches in those poems," said Tom with a look of perplexity on his face. “No. That's where the stupidity of it comes in. Tie wrote those poems and called ’em all Sandwiches just to be stupid, and it was stupid.” “Rut what did he want to be stupid for?" asked Tom. “Just his vanity, that’s all.” said the Righthandiron. “The Poker is a very vain person. He thinks he is superior to everybody else in everything. If you say to him. ‘the gas fixture is bright tonight.’ he'll say, 'Oh, yes—but I'm brighter.’ Somebody told him once that the kindling wood that started the fires was stupid, and he wouldn't even stop his bragging then. ‘Oh, yes,’ he said, ‘hut I'm a great dealt^ stupider thnn the kindling wood, and I'll prove it.’ So he sat down and wrote those verses and called 'em all Sandwiches, and everybody agreed that he was the stupidist person going." “You only told me two of ’em,” said Tom. “No—the whole eight were there. To make it more stupid the Poker said that the first one was number five and the second was the other seven.” Tom smiled broadly at this and made tip iiis mind to cultivate the acquaint ance of the Poker. He was boy enough to like stupidity of that sort because it made -him laugh. “I'd like to meet the Poker,” he said. “He must be lots of fun." “He is.” said the Lefthandiron. “Ten- acre lots of fun. You'll meet him soon enough because we shall join him shortly. AVe never go off on any of our trips with out him. He is a great help sometimes when we get into trouble just because he has so many sides. If we fall into a pit through some misstep the Poker comes along and pries us out of it. If we fall into the hands of some horrible creature that wants to hurt us, the Poker talks to that creature as stupid as he knows how, which makes the other so drowsy that he can't possibly keep awake, and then, of course, we escape.” “There he is now," cried the Righthand iron. putting his right forepaw up to his ear and listening attentively. 1 can hear him singing, can't you?" The Lefthandiron stopped short and Tom strained his ears to hear the Poker's song. For a moment he could hear noth ing, but then a slight buzzing sound like the hum of a bee, came to his ears and in another minute he could distinguish the words of the song. It was a song that the Poker who was singing was one of those favored beings who are satisfied with what the world has given them—as you will see for yourself when you hear It. These are the words as they came to Tom's ears, sung to a. soft litt’« air which the Poker made up as he went along, thereby showing that he was a musician as well as a Poker: “Oh, I am a Poker bold and free. And I poke the livelong day. I love the land and I hate the sea. But the sky and the clouds are there for me. “I dote on the Milky Way. The clouds are as soft as a fleecy rug. And as cool as cool can be. The skies fit my figure snug, And they make me feel so blithe and snug That 1 am glad Fate made me Me, Oh Me! Ah Me! ’Tis a lovely fate And a mission great. To be \ Like me. And to love the skies. And the clouds to prize. And to hate the turbulent sea. He—he— So 1 lift my voice And I loud rejoice That the Fates have made me Me.” “Hullo!” cried the Righthandiron. “Halloa!” “That's not m.v name,” came the voice of the Poker from behind a cloud just above Tom's head. “But T know who you mean, so I answer Halloa yourself.” “Where are you?" cried Lefty. “Here." called the Poker. “No. you're not." called Righty. “You’re there. We are here.” “Well, that's neither here nor there,” retorted the Poker, poking his head out through the cloud. “Hullo! Who have you got there? That Isn't Tom. 1s it?” “No—it's Sleepyhead D. Dormouse,” laughed Lefty. “Good.” said the Poker, advancing and shaking Tom by the hand: “I was afraid it was Tom. Not that T dislike Tom. for I don't. I think he is one of the nicest boys T know—but he weighs a good 57 pounds, and so far we haven't been able to get a cloud strong enough to support more than 56. If Tom were to come up here and sit on a cloud he'd fall through, and if he fell through you know what would happen.” “No, I don’t,” said Tom. to whom the Poker’s remarks were addressed. What would happen?” “Well, in the first place. It would spoil the cloud, and in the second place, if he tumbled Into the sea he'd have to swim ashore.” said the Poker sagely. “That's why I am glad you're young Mr. Dor mouse, and not Tom. Dormice can sit on the flimsiest clouds we have and not break through.” “What is a Dormouse \nyhow?” asked Tom, to whom it now occurred for the first time that he had never seen a Dor mouse. “Ho!” jeered Righty. as Tom asked the question. “The idea of not knowing what a Dormouse is!” “He’s a mouse with a door to him, of course,” said Lefty. “Which ho keeps closed,” sajd the Poker, “so that he will not be disturbed while he is asleep.” Tom tried to imagine what a creature of that sort looked like, but he found it difficult. Not liking to appear stupid he accepted the explanation. “Oh!” he said, “it must be a very pretty animal.” “Oh, yes,” said the Poker. “But he isn’t as pretty as I can he when l try. My, how- pretty I can be—but say, An dies. where are we bound this trip?” “We've left that to Sleepyhead to de cide.” said Lefty. “In the usual way, of course?” queried the Poker. “Oh, yes. He can’t decide exce.pt as we want him to and have it go as a real decision. We've given him his choice of watching the world go round, going to Saturn or taking the long jump.” “And which will it be, Dormy?” asked the Poker. “I sort of think I'd like to sit up here and watch the world go round,” said Tom. “Nope.” said Righty. “Then let's go to Saturn,’* suggested Tom. “Oh, no,” said Righty. “Not that.” “Then there’s only one thing left,” said Tom with a sigh, “and that's the long jump—whatever that is.” Tom's three companions roared with laughter. “Absurd!” cried Righty. “The Idea. The long jump the oniy thing left! Ha- Ha-Ha !” “Perfect nonsense.” laughed Lefty. “I never thought Dozy Pate could be so dull.” "Well, he isn't anything as dull as I can be when I try,” said the. Poker. “He's pretty dull, though.” I don t see where the joke comes in.” snapped Tom. who did not at all like tiie way the Andirons and the Poker were behaving. “If there are only three things we can do and you won't do two of them there's only one left.” “Ha-ha-ha!” roared Lefty. “Poor dull Dormouse," said Righty with a. smile that was half of mirth and half sympathy. ou are evidently a Dormouse with very little education, Dormy,” said the Poker. “If there are three apples on a plate, one red, one green and one white, nnd you are told to take your pick of the lot there are four things you can do, not three.” “What are they?” asked Tom, meekly. “You can take a r<?d one. a white one, a green one, or all three. See?” “Oh. yes,” said Tom, beginning to smile again. “I see. You don’t want me to choose watching the earth go round, or going to Saturn, or taking the long jump, but you do want me to choose all three.” "Now you are talking sense,” said Righty. “And sense is what we are after.” That's it,” said the Poker. “Now what do you choose. Dormy?” “All three!” roared Tom. “The Dormouse is getting his eyes open.” said Lefty. “Which is very proper." put in Righty, “for there is a great deal for him to see.” “Not so much as there is for me to see," said the Poker. “My, what a lot there is for me to see!” “The first thing for us to do.” said Lefty, paying no attention to the Poker’s words, “is to get a good place for us to sit. so that Sleepyhead can see the world.” “There is no better place than this cloud,” said the Poker. “I’ve sat here many a time and studied China by the hour.” "It's a little too far away for Sleepy head," said I>efty. “Dormv mustn't he allowed to strain his eyes.” “Never thought of that." said the Poker. “Of course, t can see a great deal further than he can. My, how far I can see! What's the matter with our pushing the cloud in a little nearer?” “Nothing—if we can do it," said Righty. “But can we?” “We can ‘wink our eye and try,’ as the poeL says,” returned the Poker. "Ever heard that poem. Dormy?" “No,” returned Tom. .“That is, not that I know of. I've heard lots of poetry in my life, but it goes in one ear and out of the other.” “You must have a queer head,” said the Poker, peering into Tom's ear. "How a poem poured into one ear can go out of the other I can't understand. There doesn't seem to be any opening there.” “His head isn't solid like ours," said Lefty. "It’s too bad to be afflicted the way he is. He ought to do the way a boy T knew once did. He suffered just as Dormy does. You'd tell him a thing In his left ear and the first thing you'd know, hop! it would a!l come out of the other ear and be lost. The poor fellow was growing up to be Couldn’t keep a thing i one night I overheard mother talking about i an ignoramus, his head, until his father and in the library. The boy's father wanted to punish him for not remembering what he learned at school, when his mother said just what Dormy here said, that everything went in one ear and came out of the other. Then they both looked sad, and the mother rub bed her eyes until the tears' came. I couldn’t stand that. If there's one thing in the world 1 can't stand it's other peo ple's sorrows. Mine don't amount to much, but other people's do sometimes. I felt so badly for the poor parents that I racked and racked my brains trying to think of some way to cure the boy. It took me a week, but I got it at last and the next time the boy's parents talked about it I took the matter in hand. I simply walked out of the fireplace where I was and said: ‘I hope you will excuse the interference of an Andiron, ma'am, but I think your boy can be cured of >his ear trouble.’ ‘Noble fellow.' said the father, after he had got over his surprise at my unusual behavior. ‘What do you suggest?' “ 'Put a cork in his other ear,’ said I. “When you get up high aud sit do%>n/' said Tom, 4 ‘What do you sit on?' 4 O. “And they did, and from that time on the boy never lost a bit of information any one gave him. He grew up to be a. dreadfully wise man and when -he finally died he was known as the human N. Cy- cyclopedia.” “That was a noble act of yours.” said the Poker. “Did you have the idea pat ented?" “No." said the Andiron. “I wanted to, but the patent rules require that a work ing model should be sent with the request for a patent for the patent office to keep, which, of course, f couldn't do.” “Why not?” asked Tom. "I couldn’t get a boy who would con sent to spend his life in the showcase. [ could get all the corks 1 wanted, but no boy. and so I had to give it up,” replied Lefty with a sigh. "I'd have been a rich Andiron today if I could have had that idea patented. 1 shouldn't be surprised if I'd have had enough to have Righty and the Poker and myself gold plated.” “Oh. well, [ wouldn't feel badly about that," said the Poker. “What's the use? You're bright as any gold that ever shined and you are quite as useful. Go'd may be worth more than you arc. but what of it? The people who bought you are willing to change their gold for you, so that really puts you ahead. As for myself I wouldn't be gold if I could. Gold Pokers arn't worth anything as Poker.-, and what's more, if i were gold Tom's father would lock me up in the safe every night and then I couldn't travel about the way r do.” “Never thought of it in that light," said Lefty. “I’m glad I'm brass, after all.” “But you were going to tei! us a poem, weren't you?” asked Tom. “Yes,” said the Poker. “It is a simple little verse, but there is a good deal of fine advise in it. All it says is: “If you’re in douht if you can do A thing some one has asked you to. Don't sit you down and moan and cry Because you can't, but wink your eve And try.” “There's good advice enough for a life time in that, Dormy,” said the. Right handiron. “And now let's see if we can move the cloud." The four little creatures set out at once to push the cloud nearer to the earth so that Tom could see the latter going around more clearly, but their efforts were in vain. The cloud wouldn’t budge an inch. "No use.” said the Poker, panting with 'his exertion. “There is only one thing to do now and that is to send for the Bellows. If he'll come and blow in his usual style we’ll ha.ve that cloud where tve want it in less than no time. I'd blow it there myself, for 1 am a far better- blower than the Bellows is—my how I can blow! But I’m out of breath trying to push the cloud.” “I'll run back and get the Bellows," said Lefty. "And I'll go with you,” said Righty. “He may not come for one, but I'm sure he will for two.” "All right," said the Poker. “Dormy and I will wait here for you: and I'll teli him a story while you're gone. How will that suit you. Dormy?” "First rate," said Tom, “I like stories.” “We’ll be back soon,” said the Right handiron. as he and the othgr started back after the. Bellows. “So make your story short.” “Very good,” returned the Poker ami ably. “I'll make it so short that Dormv will hfirdly know that it was ever begun.” And so Tom was left sitting on a big cloud—way up in the sky with the Poker— which was indeed a very novel position for a small boy like -him to be in. (To Be Continued.)