“So I went up and looked on a while, and tried to ketch Hank’s eye, but I could see ’twas no use. He was feelin’ his licker, and talkin’ powerful smart, and losin’ good hard-earned money just as cheerful as if money growed on trees and he owned all the timber land. After a while Denman come up to the head of the stairs, a-grinnin’ all over his face, and motioned me to come to the door. I went over and he handed me a printed poster, about two foot square, and containin’ the followin’ advertisement in big, black type: ‘LOST, STRAYED OR STOLEN: ONE YOUNG MAN! About 28 years old, 5 ft. 10 in. High, Weighs about 140 lbs., Tow Headed, Sandy Complected, Weak-eyed, and When Sober answers to the name of HANK BINFORD! $4 reward will be paid for his return in good order, Securely Tied. Signed: TILDY BINFORD.’ “‘Gee Whilikins!’ says I; ‘where did you find it?’ “‘Didn’t find it,’ says he. ‘Jest picked it up. Old man _Weekly Clarion_ Johnson’s little boy, Bill, jest went sailin’ down the road with a armful of ’em, a-strowin’ ’em to the wind. The whole settlement’s full of ’em. They’re all over the floor downstairs, and all over the road, fur as you can see in both directions.’ “The boys at the table was so set on the game that they didn’t take no notice of me and Ike, till I steps over, while Hank was tryin’ to shuffle the cards, and lays the paper down right plum in the middle of the table. “‘Take the blame thing away,’ says Hank, without readin’ a word. “‘Read it,’ says I. “‘Read nothin!’ says he. ‘This is no literary society. Take the blasted thing out of the way so I can deal the kyards.’ “‘I see your name on it,’ says I, ‘and I thought it might interest you.’