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Show DREW THE LINE ON .JACK P0T3 Coaseloaee at Thalnlrl RlvrtejaS HmM Hailil, Avakaalic. At a certain unlvernlty In thla Stat the game of heart baa been exceed-Inrjly exceed-Inrjly popular among the aludont tha last winter. A group of them, accustomed accus-tomed lo moot lu nun of tho fraternity houses to play. Included a llieolctlral student, wlio, although a member of one of tho stricter denominations, did not find It ngalnst his consclenc to bo an ardent devotee, of the gamo, which, howover at least when ho made one of the parly waa never played for money. ICven whon chips wero Introduced for counters, a b lug an easier rootuod of keeping srore than the tiresome tally wllh pencil and paper, the thnnlogue did not balk. Hut there ramn an ovenlng whon hla aense of tho fitness of things ro-celved ro-celved a rude shock. The pile of chips In the middle of the table had reached rather large proportions, and one of the players, Inspired by a desire de-sire to make the prospective winning! till more worth while, remarked: "Let' have the next a jackpot" The effect of these word on the theological student waa electrical. He knew of their being associated with only one game, and that scarcely to be mentioned In highly moral circles. "A Ja'kpot!" he exrtulmed mechanically. mechani-cally. "Then I guiwB I'm through with this game," aud be rote and walked out. No amount of explanation or apologlea wa aufllrlont eltber to rev Instale heart In hi approval. New York Tribune. |
