ABSTRACT
WHILE in Tokio this trip, we were onlookers at a poker game once, as guests of a man of rank. Though we did not take a hand, we had a worthy night of it. The game was of a magnitude we had never seen before—and in such simple yet exquisite surroundings: a glorious place for the purpose, or for any other purpose! Our friends were of some distinction, too, and most interesting in their native manner.
