NOT THAT KIND OF A MAN.

Lake Wakatip Mail, Issue 1518, 5 February 1886, Page 3

NOT THAT KIND OF A MAN.

Rev. Dr. Potts, cur clergyman, the other day found a pack of playing cards in the possession of his eldest bov, and after giving the bov a thrashitig.for owning such engii.es of Satan, the doctor placed the cards in his own pocket, intending to destroy them at the firet opportunity. !3ut he forgot about them, and, *ubHccjuently, while in the cars on the way to the city, he pulled out his hjMntkerchief, and the cards came out with it and fell upon the floor. The doctor gathered them up, with a very red face, and while he was arranging them in his hand, he saw a roughlooking man in the seat opposite to him wink at him. He turned his head a«ay, but upon looking around a moment later, the man winked at him again. Then he wiuked several times, and finally he came over, and sitting down by the side of the doctor, he said;

" I sav, pardner, what's your little game? " I don't understand you, sir," re* plied the doctor. "Oh, you needn't mind me," said the man. "I'm doing a little of that myself, Now, how do you work it P "

" What do you mean ? How do I work what ? "

" Oh, you know well enough. . What do you skin 'em on ? "

"Skin them! Skin who? Really, sir; your remarks are incomprehensible to me."

" Now, see here, pard, I see the whole thing. You're hunting up somebody to play seveu-up with; and you intend to beat 'em out of their money. Now. don't you ? " " You don't know who you are talking to ? "

" Now, I'll tell you what I'll do. There's no man on this earth that kin turn jacks faster 'n I can ; and let you and me start a game on some of these felers, and I'll run three or four jacks up my sleeve, with a couple of aces, maybe, and when we get to Dover we'll devide the profits and go down and get roaring drunk at the tavern. Is it a barjraiD ? " "You are a scoundrel, sir!" exclaimed the doctor. " Let me change my seat, if you please." " Won't do it ? Won't club in with me and try a few games ? '* '• Certainly not, sir." " Won't lend me those jacks to put in mv sleeve !"

" You seem to forget that I am a clergyman, sir." '• A cler—Oh, no. You don't mean to say that—that—yon ain't a preacher now, honest, are you ? "

Yes, sir, I am. I am the Rev. Dr. Potts." " Too bad ! too bad ! Believe me if I didn't think you wore one of those fellows who play cards on the cars to uouge greenhorns out of their money. You look like one anyway, now don't you ? And what are you doing with that pack, old man, hey ? Would you mind if I showed you how to run 'em over, so's when you play they cau't tool you ? I'll do it for nothing !" Then Mr, Potts cot into the hind car and got off at the nearest station. When he got home he gave that boy of his a couple of extra floggings in order to ease his feelings.