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f SHERIDAN’S HAND.
SPRUNG TWO ACES OF DIAMONDS’ON
CONKLING IN A JACK POT.
Very Much Embarrassed When His At
• tcnUon Was Called to the Error Th.
Idttle General Wanted the Story Kept
I Quiet, but It Was Too Good.
“I was In a poker game,”, writes a
correspondent of the Washington Star,
“in the winter of 1879, when (-Senator
Conkling and General Phil Sheridan
players. It was a four handed
game, and John Chamberlin was the
other player. This game at Chamber
lin’s was always lor a |5 limit at first,
with the understanding that along to
ward morning, after a couple of hours
of warming up, anybody could suggest
the removal of the limit if he wanted
to. _ The way Conkling and Sheridan
bluffed each other that night was a cau
tion. Both men seemed to strike out
luck altogether as an element in their
good Matured play against each other,
land as both of them caught fine hands
occasionally when engaged in this tug
of war of bluffing neither of them could
get an exact line on the other, and it
was better than a play to-study their
faces at the show downs. Conkling was
having all the success during the latter
part of the night, and it was fun to
hear Little Phil softly utter dark and
woolly things under his breath when,
time after time, Conkling would show
a hand consisting of nothing at all after
having scared Sheridan out or produce
a gorgeous set of fours or a full hand at
such times as Sheridan, deciding that
the senator was bluffing, would call
him.
“’Bite him, Sheridan,’ Chamberlin
would say amusedly on these occasions,
and Sheridan would tell Chamberlin to
go to the dickens and call for another
deck of cards.
“Westarted the last round of jack
pots with a new deck. Sheridan dealt
the first mess himself, and after it had
gone around and none of the three of us
could open it Sheridan opened it him
self. Neither Chamberlin nor I had
any right to stay on our hands, so it
was left between Sheridan and Conk
ling, who staid. Conkling took three
cards and turned his little pair into
threes. Sheridan dished himself out
throe cards and bit his cigar hard when
he saw hia hand. He made ass bet to
draw Conkling out, and the senator
raised him <25. It passed between them
with these $25 bets until there was
nearly <3OO in the pot, both men scru
tinizing each other pretty carefully at
each bet
“*1 don’t know so much about you
this time,’ said Conkling finally, ‘and
I think I’ll just call you for safety. ’
“Both laid their hands down at the
same time. Conkling had three nines,
and he looked at Sheridan strangely
when he saw the color of Sheridan’s
three aces. Both Chamberlin and my
self also saw what was wrong at the
same instant, but we only smiled and
let the two men have it out Sheridan
had a broad grin on his face and was
just about to rake in the pot. Conkling
was gazing at the little man of iron
with a puzzled look in his eyes.
“ ‘Oh, I say, there, Phil, just wait a
minute,’ said he. ‘Do you really think
that pot belongs to you?’
“ ‘Belongs to me?’ said Sheridan.
‘Well, it does if the nose on my face*
belongs to me. ’ And again he reached r
over to hoe in the pot.
“Conkling ran his hand through his
hair and again stopped Sheridan with a
gesture.
“ ‘I don’t remember ever having seen
that sort of thing before, ’he said. ‘Did
you, Phil?’
“ ‘See what sort of thing before?’ said
Sheridan. ‘ What in blazes are you talk
ing about, Conkling?’
“For reply Conkling put one finger
upon one of Sheridan’s aces and then
pointed to another one of the aces.
“ ‘I never saw a jack pot won with
three aces, two of which happened to
be aces of diamonds, ’ said Conkling,
smiling.
“Sheridan looked at his hand, lying
face up on the table before him, and
his face became fiery red. The conster
nation on his countenance was really
funny.
“‘Why,’ said he after a minute,
‘blamed if I don’t believe I’m nothing
better than an involuntary swindler.
That other ace, you see, is a club. I
opened the pot on a pair of red aces,
and they were, of course, these aces of
diamonds. Chamberlin, ’ turning to the
amused boniface, ‘turn me out of doors
as a fraud and a short card player, will
you?’
“ ‘And have the army fire a volley
over the ruins of my house?’ replied
Chamberlin. ‘Hardly. Anyhow, I’d
rather see you and Conkling engage in
a rough andtumble fight over the thing.
Go ahead, the pair of you. We’ll see
fair play, ’ turning to me.
“Os course the extra ace of diamonds
had slipped into the deck accidentally
before it left the manufacturer’s hands,
but Sheridan, when he had in a measure
recovered from his surprise of the reve
lation, made a humorous pretension
that he had known the whole thing all
along and convulsed the throe of us by
feelingly appealing tb Conkling to re
frain from exposing him to the world
for the sake of his family and all that
sort of thing. The hand being foul, the
pot was of course divided. ”
, His Beginning.
The wild young man decides to settle
down and become serious. To begin his
reform he has counted up his debts and
found the total 145,017 francs 35 cen
times.
“What are you going to do about it?”
asked his friend.
“Pay the 17 francs and 35 centimes
at once and make arrangements for the
rest.”—Gaulois.
It’s the N«w Broom That Sweeps Clean.
The one thing in which we don’t
value experience is a broom. —Boston
Transcript.
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CATNIP AT THE ZOO.
Timers and Janoars Get Their First Tasto
of the Food.
An armful of fresh green catnip was
plucked from the golf grounds of the Ex
moor club at Highland park. It was taken
to Lincoln park and permission was asked
of Animal Keeper Do Vry to try the effects
of the green stuff on the feline members
of his family. This herb, which does not
grow, so far as is known, in the haunts of
the cousins to the cats, created a great sen
sation at the zoo. Perhaps the most aston
ishing incident connected with the tour of
the cages happened just as the visitor with
his big bundle of catnip lefj the office of
the keeper in the animal house. The scent
of the plant filled the whole place, and as
soon as it had reached the parrots’ corner
the two gaudily attired macaws sot up a
noise that drowned thought and made for
the side of the cage, poking their beaks
and claws through When the catnip was
brought near them, they became nearly
frantic. They were given some and de
voured it, stem, leaf and blossom, with an
avidity commensurate with the noise of
their voices
The keeper and the catnip carrier then
made for the cage of Billy, the African
Now, Billy, so far as is known,
had never before smelled or seen a leaf of
the plant. Before the front of his cage
was reached he had bounded from the shelf
whereon he lay apparently asleep and stood
expectant, alert and with brightened eyes
at the bars of his cage. This African ex
otic went simply insane. The man with
the catnip purposely waited for a few min
utes before he poked any of the green
leaves and yellowish white flowers of the
plant through to the big cat.
Finally a double handful of catnip was
passed through to the floor of the den.
Never was the prey of this African dweller
in his wild state pounced upon more rap
idly or with more absolutely savage enjoy
ment. First Billy ate a mouthful of the
catnip, then he lay flat on his back and
wriggled his sinuous length through the
green mass until his black spotted, yellow
hide was permeated with the odor of the
plant from shoulders to tail tip. Then
Billy sat on a bunch of the catnip, caught
a leaf laden stem up in either paw and
nibbed his checks, chin, nose, eyes and
head. Heated with his exertions he exuded
catnip at every pore. He ate an additional
mouthful or two of the stuff and then
jumped back to his shelf, where he lay the
very picture of satiety and contentment.
In the tigers’ cage there is a young but
full grown animal captured within 18
months in the jungles of India. He is a
powerful brute and one with whom even
the keepers do not seek a close acquaint
ance. When this great, surly beast in
haled the first sniff of the catnip, he began
to taew like a kitten. Prior to this the
softest note of his voice had been one
which put the roar of the big maned South
African lion to shame. That vicious tiger
and his kindly dispositioned old mate fair
ly reveled in the liberal allowance of the
plant which was thrust into their cage.
They rolled about in It and played together
like 6-week-old kittens. They mewed and
purred, evidently discussing the question
as to what this strange plant was which
gavo them a variety of pleasure never be
fore experienced. They tossed- it about,
ate of it and after getting about as liberal
a dose as had Billy the leopard they like
wise leaped to.thelr respective shelves and
blinked laAly at the sun.
The big lion Major was cither too dig
nified or too lazy to pay more than passing
attention to the bunch of catnip which fell
to his lot. Ho ate a mouthful or two of
it and then licked his chops in a “that’s
not half bad” way, and then went back to
his nap. The three baby lions quarreled
over their allowance and ate it every bit,
but they could not be beguiled, despite
their tender years, into frolicking over the
presence of the plant.—Chicago Tlmes
llerald.
Photograph of Cape Horn.
Ever since Capo Horn’s existence has
been known efforts have been made to get
a picture of it. Artists have gone down
there and some have been fortunate enough
to secure a few rough sketches, but an
actual reproduction of the spot did not ex
ist until a few days ago. This Was when a
negative made by Captain Rivers of the
ship A. J. Ropes was developed.
The southernmost point of South Amer
ica is, for a piece of barren land, the best
known i n all the world. Everybody who
can read . knows of Cape Horn and for
some mysterious reason takes an interest
in it. Os course the great writers of sea
stories have done their share to make the
spot famous, but there seems to bo some
reason deeper than all this. Why would it
not be an easy matter to make a picture of
Cape Horn? There are a dozen reasons
outside of the photographic ones, and they
alone are enough to deter the camera op
erator from attempting it.
In the first place, it is not always possi
ble to see Cape Horn even though tho ship
Is only a few miles away. Storms nearly
always prevail at that end of the world,
and the atmosphere is likely to be hazy.
When tho water is comparatively calm,
there is likely to be a fog. During the sea
sons of the heavy, dry winds and clear
weather no ship would dare venture with
in sight of tho Horn. At other times the
light Is likely to be poor and so make a
picture impossible. And then, when all
conditions are favorable, the chances are
there will be no camera aboard the ship
that happens to be there at the opportune
time.
Photographically, the principal difficulty
would bo lack of light and contrast Un
der ordinary conditions.a plate exposed on
Capo Horn would reveal very little, if in
deed it gave so much as an outline. The
chances are that tho water in tho fore
ground would show and the distance ap
pear only as a line of fog.—San Francisco
Call.
Taking No Chances.
A citizen of a small town on the line of
the Illinois Central railroad in Mississippi
was in the railroad station a day or two
since when the operator received a tele
gram from this city intended for a mer
chant of the Mississippi town.
“The yellow fever seems to be getting
ahead nicely," remarked the operator.
“How’s that?” Inquired the citizen.
“Just got a telegram from New Orleans,
and it”—
“Is that telegram from New Orleans?’
-‘Yes. Why?”
“Never mind why. You just keep away
from me. I don’t want to get near that
there yaller paper. That’s why. And look
here, young feller, if you take any more of
them things, you’ll get run out of town,
and don’t you forget it I’m going to re
port you to the board, you see if I don’t"
And away went the panic stricken inno
cent posthaste to sound the direful alarm.
—New Orleans Times-Democrat
Tri*!.
Tramp—Try me onct more, jedge.
Judge—That’s about what I’m doing.—
Boston Courier
A FAMOUS PHOTOGRAPHER.
Mrs. Cam.rcn. Wliu Was * Friend of
Herschel and lonnyson.
In The Century V. C. Scott O’Con
nor has an article on “Mrs. Cameron,
Her Friends and Her Photographs. ”
Mr. O’Connor says:
A feature of her personality which lay
at the root of her great success as a
photographer was her love of all that
was beautiful. “She was always took by
a face, ” as an old woman in Freshwater
who remembers her put it to me.
Charles Turner said the same thing in
poet’s language when he told her, in the
sonnet he addressed to her on leaving
the isle of Wight after a visit, that she
“loved all loveliness.” In obedience to
this impulse she invariably stopped and
spoke to any one, however unknown,
whether in a great London thoroughfare
or a village lane, whoso beauty attracted
her. “I am Mrs. Cameron,” sho would
Say. "Perhaps you have heard of me.
You would oblige me very much if you
would let me photograph you. Will you
let me do so?” And by such bold and
unconventional means she prevailed on
many, absolute strangers though they
were, to sit to her.
One of her models captured in this
way was a young lady come as a sum
mer visitor to Freshwater. Mrs. Camer
on, engrossed at that time in some re
markably fine studies illustrative of the
“Idylls of the King, ” was at a loss for
a model for Queen Guinevere. But the
advent of tho fair stranger settled all
her doubts. Hero was a beauty suited to
her purpose, and within the hour she
had carried her off to lunch and subse
quent photography.
The lady proved a most kind and in
defatigable model. The village postman
had already been secured for King Ar
thur, and Mrs. Cameron’s picture pf
him in this character is one of tho best
things in the collection. A friend, going
one day to Dimbola, found the young
lady looking rather fatigued.
“Oh,” she said, with an expressive
gesture, “I am so tired. ”
Supposing her fatigue was the result
of a long walk on a midsummer day,
my friend made some suitable reference
to the matter, but the young lady an
swered with a smile:
“Oh, no.' I have not been for a walk.
I have been lying on the floor for the
last two hours, clutching the postman’s
ankle. ” »
Mrs. Cameron, ever kind and un
selfish, possessed tho faculty of bringing
out such qualities in others. In 1879
she died, a few months after her last re
turn to Ceylon.
“As tho day died, ” her sons wrote to
Lord Tennyson, “as tho day died on
Sunday, January tho 26th, tho sweet,
tender, gracious spirit of our beloved
mother passed away in peace. ” No
death could have been more calm, more
beautiful, than hers
Lincoln'* '‘Selfishness.”
Mr. Lincoln once remarked to a fellow
passenger on the old time mud wagon
coach on tho corduroy road which ante
dated railroads that all men were
prompted by selfishness in doing good
or evil. His fellow passenger was an
tagonizing his position, when they were
passing over a corduroy bridge that
spanned a slough. As they crossed this
bridge and the mud wagon was shaking
like a Sucker with chills, they espied
an old razorbacked sow on the bank of
the slough, making a terrible noise be
cause her pigs had got into the slough
and were unable to get out and in dan
ger of drowning. As tho old coach be
gan to climb tho hillside Mr. Lincoln
called out, "Driver, can’t you stop just
a moment?” Tho driver replied, “If the
other feller don’t object.” Tho “other
feller” —who was no less a personage
than at that time Colonel E. D. Baker,
the gallant general who gavo his life in
defense of Old Glory at Ball’s Bluff—did
not “object, ” when Mr. Lincoln jumped
out, ran back to the slough and began
to lift tho little pigs out of the mud and
water and place them on the bank.
When ho returned, Colonel Baker re
marked, “Now, Abe, where does selfish
ness come in on this little episode?”
“■Why, bless you soul, Ed, that was the
very essence of selfishness. I would
have had no peace of mind all day had
I gone on and left that suffering old sow
worrying over those pigs. I did it to got
peace of mind, don’t you see?”—Spring
field (His.) Monitor.
Paying the Cook.
In old times to dine with a nobleman
cost more in tips to the servants than a
club dinner. James Payn relates that
Lord Poor, a well named Irish peer, ex
cused himself from dining with the
Duke of Ormond upon the ground that
he could not afford it. “If you will
give mo the guinea I have to pay your
cook, (fancy!), I will come as often as
you choose to ask me, ’ ’ which was ac
cordingly done. Tho duke, however, had
not the pluck to stop the practice. Lord
Taafe, a general officer in the Austrian
service, did what he could. He always
attended his guests to the door. When
they put their hands into their pockets,
he said: “Na If you do give it, give it
to me, for it was I who paid for your
dinner. ” To Sir Timothy Waldo must
be given the credit of putting an end to
the monstrous practice. After dinner
with the Duke of Newcastle he put a
crown into tho cook’s hand. It was re
jected. “I do not take silver, sir."
“Very good, and I do not give gold.”
This courageous rejoinder “caught on,"
and the day of vails to cooks was over.
A Shrewd Cyclist.
An eminent queen’s counsel is said
to take his bicycle exercise in the fol
lowing fashion: He goes out every
night, but he always rides before the
wind, and consequently the direction of
his ride depends upon the wind. He al
ways comes back by train.—Loudon
Telegraph.
Eariy Training.
“It seems strange that they should
make such a vulgar display of their
wealth. ”
“Oh, 1 dcu’t know—he started as •
window dresser. ” —Chicago Journal
BOME ROYAL DOGS.
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Vearly All the Sovereigns of Earepe Ass
Fond of Conine Pete.
Nearly every one of the sovereigns
of Europe, it appears, has one or more
pet dogs. The collies of Queen Victoria,
the fox terriers of Princess Beatrice,
With Jock as prime favorite, are known
at least by hearsay to everybody.
The emperor of Russia is also a great
lover of dogs. A London paper reports
that he is always accompanied in his
walks by a couple of fine Danish
hounds, whose strength and vigilance
their master considers his beat safe
guard. The grave czar is often seen
playing with these monster pets. He
himself has taught them their tricks,
and they are nearly always about him.
The king of Greece shares the czar’s
taste for the Danish hounds, which are
as intelligent as they are strong, and
which, with hardly a bark to announce
their intentions, will fly at the throat
of any one whom their master may
point out to them in case of need.
When the empress of Austria goes on
her long walks or rides, several pet
dogs always accompany her. But per
haps the most widely known of all the
“royal dogs”, of the present day is
Black, the pet dog of the Russian Grand
Duke Alexis.
Black is a sportsman’s dog, of no
very aristocratic breed. Indeed, if the
truth must be told, he is a member of
the race of mongrels which the fisher
men in the south of France take but to
sea, employing them to recapture any
wily fish that may fgll through the
meshes of their nets or slip suddenly
back into its element after it has been
once landed on board the barge. Black
is still rejoicing in tho days of his
youth, but his record, not only as a
common fisherman but as a ‘ ‘fisher of
men,” is already great, for he has saved
no fewer than six persons from a watery
grave.
Some three or four years ago the
Grand Duke Alexis was staying at
Biarritz. One stormy night he went out
on the cliff to got a view of the angry
sea. A boat was just being wrecked be
low, and he saw a dog dashing with
angry growls and barks into the water
and bringing to land, one by one, three
drowning men, while the crowd cheered
the brave mongrel to the echa The
grand duke approached to caress the
dog, and the animal’s master then
offered Black to him, refusing to accept
any payment—St. Louis Post-Dispatch.
CURIOUS INSECT.
A Batterfly That Eqjoys Only Five Hours
of Life.
It is in August that the naturalists
observe tho marvelous insect which is
born, reproduces and dies in the period
of a single night, on the banks of the
Marne, of the Seine, and of the Rhine.
It is the ephemere of which Sirammer
dam has written and which is spoken
of in Aristotle.
The life of this insect does not last
beyond four or five hours. It-dies to
ward 11 o’clock in the evening, after
taking the form of a butterfly about six
hours after midday. It is true, how
ever, that before taking this form it
has lived three years in that of a worm,
which keeps always near the border of
water in tho holes which it makes in
the mud.
The change of this worm in the
water to an ephemere which flies is so
sudden that one has not the time to see
it. If one takes the worm in the water,
the hand cannot be taken away before
the change is made unless by pressing
the worm slightly in the region of the
chest By this means it can be taken
from the water before the change takes
place.
The ephemere, after leaving the
water, seeks a place where it can divest
itself of a fine membrane or veil, which
entirely covers it This second change
takes place in the air.
The ephemere assists itself with the
point of its little nails as firmly as it
can. It makes a movement similar to
that of a shiver, then the skin on the
middle of the back breaks apart, the
wings slip out of their sheath, as we
sometimes take off our gloves by turn
ing them inside out. After this strip
ping the ephemere begins to fly. Some
times it holds itself straight up on the
surface of the water on the end of its tail,
flapping its wings one against the
other. It takes no nourishment in the
five or six hours which are the limit of
its life. It seems to have been formed
but to multiply, for it does not leave
its state of a worm until it is ready to
deposit its eggs, and it dies as soon as
they are deposited.
In three days’ time one sees appear
and die all species of ephemeras. They
last sometimes until the fifth day, for
the reason that some malady has affect
ed some of them and prevents them from
changing at the same time as the
others. —Exchange.
Gold and Silver Gospels.
“The Gold and Silver Gospels” is
the name of a very peculiar book now
preserved in the Upsala library in Swe
den. It is printed with metal type, on
violet eolored vellum, the letters being
silver and the initials gold. When it
was printed, by whom or what were
the methods employed, are questions
which have great interest for the curi
•us, but have never been answered.
Mold and Widow.
By-the old Saxon law a maiden and
a.Widow were of different value. The
Utter could be bought for one-half the
sum which the guardian of the maid
was entitled to demand. A man, there
fore, who could not afford to buy a
jnaiden might, perhaps, be able to pur
chase a widow.
The herd of European bisons protected
by the czars of Russia in the forest of
Bjelowski, Lithuania, numbered 1,900
in 1850, but is now reduced to 500 and
shows no sign of increase. The dwin
dling of the herd is ascribed to inbreed
ing, due to the confined area of the res
ervation.
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