Then from her father's tent, Tripping with gentle feet, Priscilla, the Puritan Maiden, stepped. All that she Knew was obedience; Ready to sacrifice All for her father's word, Priscilla, the dutiful, Gentle and meek as the Dove. As the violet Modest and drooping-eyed, Up from his poker game Gazed Massasoit, Chief of the Tammanies, Brave as a lion. Up Gazed Massasoit. Then, as a roebuck springs, Swift as an arrow, or Leapes Couchee-Couchee, the Panther, or Buzzy the Rattlesnake springs from his Coils in the sumac bush, So Massasoit got a Move on his chieftainlets; Got to his Trilby's and Fled to the wildness. Rushing through snowdrifts, and Breaking down saplings, till Far in the distance he Looked back and saw that she Followed not far behind; Priscilla the sprinter was Not very far behind; Cutting a swath through the Snow with her number fives; Right on his trail was she; Right on his track with a New-woman look on her; Longing and hungry look, Look of a new-born hope, Hope for a man that might Be her own tootsicums. Then Massasoit, the Chief of the Tammanies, Gave a loud yell that woke Wise-Kuss the owl, and woke Kat-a-Waugh-Kew-is, the Ring-streaked coon, and woke Snakes in the forest. Then Massasoit was Gone like an arrow that Speeds from the hunter; he Only touched ground on the High elevations; he Fled from the land of the Pilgrims and Puritans, Fled from Priscilla the Puritan maiden; Fled from Priscilla who Wanted to tickle him Under the chin and call Him her sweet toodleums. Thus Massasoit, the Indian warrior, Laid down four aces and Took to the wilderness, Bluffed by a maiden. Laid down a jack-pot, and Lost his percentage. Lost it to treys and eights, And to the forty years Lived by Priscilla; Priscilla, the maiden. (_Houston Daily Post_, Thursday morning, November 28, 1895.) When the Train Comes In Outline Sketches at the Grand Central Depot Next to a poker game for a place to contemplate human nature in its most aggravated form, comes a great railway passenger station. Statistics show that nine-tenths of the human race lose their senses when traveling on the cars, and give free demonstrations of the fact at every station. Traveling by rail brings out all a man's latent characteristics and propensities. There is something in the rush of the train, the smell of the engine smoke, the yell of the butcher, the volapuk cries of the brakeman and the whizzing scenery visible from the windows that causes the average human being to shake off the trammels of convention and custom, and act accordingly.