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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. .- - ■ 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. • -' ■ - 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. • / •' .. -’ ■' ■ T'■ ■ AItOPEN LETTER To MOTHERS. 7® WE ARE ASSERTING IN THE COURTS OUR RIGHT TO THE EXCLUSIVE USE OF THE WORD “ CASTO BIA” AND “ PITCHER’S CASTORIA,” as our trade mark. I, DR. SAMUEL PITCHER, Hyannis, Massachusetts, was thy originator of “PITCHER'S CASTORIA,” the same that has borne and does now M eoery bear the facsimile signature of wrapper. This is the original * PITCHER’S CASTORIA,’’ which has been used in the homes of the Mothers of America for over thirty years. LOOK CAREFULLY at the wrapper and see that it is the kind you have always bought on and has the signature of wrap- per. No one has authority from me to use my name ex cept The Centaur Company of which Chas. H. Fletcher is President. /? ■ j March 8,1897. Do Not Be Deceived. Do not endanger the life of your child by accepting a cheap substitute which some druggist may offer yo*’ (because he makes a few more pennies on it), the in gredients of which even he does not know, ‘"Die End You Have Always Bought" BEARS THE FAC-SIMILE SIGNATURE OF ST Insist on Having The Kind That Never Failed too. VMS OCNTAVR OWWBFANV, TT MVMKAV BTHEET. NSW OTTV. 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