My condition was the same, but it would not be courteous to laugh; it would be better to burst, and we came near it.

That officer was good pluck.

He stood to his work without uttering a word, and kept the balls going until he had expended the outfit four times, making four times forty-one shots; then he had to give it up, and he did; for he was no longer able to stand without wobbling.

He put on his clothes, bade us a courteous good-by, invited us to call at the Fort, and started away.
Then he came back, and said, "What is the prize for the ten-strike ?" We had to confess that we had not selected it yet.
He said, gravely, that he thought there was no occasion for hurry about it.
I believe Bateman's alley was a better one than any other in America, in the matter of the essentials of the game.

It compelled skill; it provided opportunity for bets; and if you could get a stranger to do the bowling for you, there was more and wholesomer and delightfuler entertainment to be gotten out of his industries than out of the finest game by the best expert, and played upon the best alley elsewhere in existence.
MARK TWAIN.
(_To be Continued._) NORTH AMERICAN REVIEW No.