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Show TIRED OF FORTUNE'S FLINGS. I Choleric Colonel Finally Went the Limit In His Resentment. Tho lato Col. Prentiss lngrnham, whoso brilliant life ended sadly In n soldiers' homo In tho south, sorved for n tlmo In tho Austrian army, and the other day u Now Orleans man said oi him: "Whllo Col. Ingraham was living hero I often hoard him tell stories of his foreign service, nnd of a choleric Auslrinn colonel witn wnom bo had much to do. "According to ono of theso Btories, tho Austrian colonel wns spending n certain evening in a Hilda Pcstli club, watching a match gamo of backgati-raon backgati-raon between a friend of his and a.i English stranger. "Luck, ns a rulo, enters Into back- gammon but little. In this match ' game, however, what luck thero was rent entirely against tho colonel's 'rlcnd. Tho poor fellow played thoughtfully and well, but throughout ho evening tho Englishman got tho letter of hlm. "Tho colonel stood behind his ''rlond's chair, looking on. Ho fussed itid fumed ns luck went against tho ustrlan player tlmo after tlmo, and no continually expressed surprlso that his friend could tnko his bad fortuno vitli such resignation. "Finally ho becamo qulto himself. Ills friend mndo-a movo that was par-t.cumrly par-t.cumrly unfortunate. " 'Can you stand that?' ho asked. " 'Yes. Why not?' tho other answered an-swered composedly. " 'Well, If you can, I cant,' cried the colonel, nnd, rcnchlng over, ho seized tho backgammon board from tho laps of tho astounded players aud throw it In tho fire." |