Chapter 7 A
GAME OF POKER.Mr. Max Lyster, in his hasty plans for an innocent village
dance, had neglected to make allowance for a certain portion of the
inhabitants whose innocence was not of the quality that allowed
them to miss anything, no matter who was host. They would shoot the
glass out of every window in a house, if the owner of the house
should be in their bad books for any trifling slight, and would
proceed to “clean out” any establishment where their own peculiar
set was ignored.
There were, perhaps, seven or eight women in the place who were
shown all respect by men in general. They were the wives and
daughters of the city fathers—the first of the “family folks” to
give the stamp of permanency to the little camp by the river. These
ladies and their husbands, togeth
