no sedative, but ast saseful companion, but a veritable Nemesis. We do not know all there to know about Solitaire thank JHeaven!—but we know the above all too well.
The Gambling Instinct.
We had watched, with more or less of contemptuous pity, (for which fault we have done bitter penance) our companions at a summer resort, whenever the consolations of Auction or Cut-Throat were denied them, substituting "Russian Bank" or one of the innumerable variations of "Patience." They were—when not sailing, or swimming, or playing tennis or golf—seldom with. out a deck of cards in their hands.
They filled in the five minutes before breakfast, between engage-
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