Life — December 9, 1905 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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Horatius at Bridge. L RS PORSENA of Clusinue, By the Grand Slam he swore ” That he and haughty Tarquin Could make the best bridge score, By the Grand Slam he swore it, And sent a herald forth ‘To challenge two great players From out the South and North, Unto the Rock Tarpean These rival heroes came— Horatius and Harminius— Both adepts at the game! Searn as in camp or Senate These to; While cheered the dauntless populace And pallid augurs prayed, “d Romans played, The dawn was slowly gilding Imperial Cxsar’s “home,” As they played the final rubber, Amid the cheers of Rome. Each score was eight and twenty— Horatius took the pack, And dealt himself four kin, Four aces and one jack. four queens, “No trumps!” the echoes sounded Beyond the Appian Way While Tarquin and Lars Porsena Seemed too depressed to play. What need for invocation To Father Tiber then ? A Roman's skill in dealing cards Had outdone two brave men, And often at the Forum, Beneath the eagle's gold, And sometimes at the circus, Where press the townfolk bold, ’Mid listening guards and tribunes Still is the story told, How keen Horat s won at bridge In the brave days of old Margaret Ridgley Schott, His man; to “To err is hu- divine!" he said face softened forgive, brill Cuarter CL In the meantime Collodion, who had fled to Ireland to raise some money— a trip suggestive of a journey to Hades for ice—learned that Walter had jilted her, and in her anguish she tempted her penniless cousin, Larry, to play euchre with her. Near morning he rose from his chair; Collodion unsteadily had won again on three tens and two nines. As Larry staggered from the room, he vlized to the full the tragedy of his The instinct to gamble was strong in the Ashbin blood; but they could not learn to play the simplest game. Impelled by his high sense >f honor, the lad went forth and drowned himself. When Collodion learned of his ac- tion, her remorse and horror bade her follow his lead; but just as she was about to plunge into the sea, her old nurse ran toward her with a telegram in her hand. Dawn broke on the ocean and in Collodion’s heart as she tore it open. ved she cried. saved! I can now expiate all my sins by becoming Walter Bore’s wife!” Mrs. Wilson Woodrow. Present Company. RIGGS ; How that Welsh rabbit you had at my house last was You mean how is it? Mr. Brockway, Mayor of Elmira. M® BROCKWAY, once Superin- tendent of the Elmira Reforma: tory, but charged with cruelty, and relieved of his duties there, was chosen Mayor of Elmira at the last election. Mr. Brockway made the Elmira Re- formatory one of the model criminal in- stitutions of the world. The New York World \ed the attack which resulted in his deposition. He was investigated by order of the Legislature, and th final conclusion was that perhaps his. judgment about punishments had be- come somewhat blunted, and that it was better that he should no longer be the autocrat of the Reformator Several years later he got out alto- gether, but he never been a di: credited man. The compliment h fellow-townsmen have paid him in electing him Mayor is not a vindi tion, for he did not need one. All the same, it is a pretty and a timely com- pliment to a man who deserved it. Where Mr. Brockway is best known he is evidently honored. YOU SAY YOU DOTE ON OLD CHINA? Kat: YES, I'M A CONNOISSEUR. ““ AROUND AT MY HOUSE YOU CAN GET ALT YOU WANT FOR A MERE SONG! comicbooks.com