Gallipolis journal. [volume] (Gallipolis, Ohio) 1837-1919, 1855-05-03

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iseizing the young gambler with a gi.
ants grasp, he lifted him up and hurled
him back
"Take care-take carel" shouted sew.
eral voices at the same moment; and
two or three hands threw up the arm:
of the madman, who armed with re.
Yolyer, and careless of the consequen.
ces, was aiming point blank at his assai-
lants head. Though so quickly seized
the young scoundrel managed to fire
twice before they could tear the pistol
from him, and one bullet broke the
globe of lamp, while the other went
into the ceiling and brought down a
shower of plaster. 1t was not the only
mark of the same sort up there.
''Thank ye," the miner in the blue
shirt quietly said to the surrounders,
and without caring further for the in
furiated lad, who was foaming at the
mouth, and struggling with those who
held him, he took a packet of gold out
of his waistcoat-pocket and put it on
the nearest card. The young gambler
had, in the meanwhile, been dragged to
the door by several powerful Irish vol
unteers, where he was received by two
policemen summoned from the adjacent
station, and bore off to durance vile
All the curiosity-mongers in the room,
and their name was legion, had thronged
up to the spot where the shot was fred,
to see as much as possible of the antici
pated row. Even the counter was de-
serted for second or two; but no lon
ger. At this moment, too, shR.s.S
laughter, and noise were heard from the
other side of the room. What had oc-
CURED there?
"Bravol that was capital hurrahl"
the mob shouted, and the shrill voice of
man, who was energetically protesting
against something or other was contin-
ually drowned in noisy bursts of ap-
plause. A peculiar circumstance had
taken place here, in which the mob
speedily performed the functions of
Judge and jury, and give its verdisG
A man in black dress coat and dark
trowsers, very clean and respectable,
had come for seven evenings in success
sion to the same table, ,zhad watched the
game a while, until at last he produced
small, canvass bag from his breast
pocket, and laid it on a card.
The card won on the frsteVening, and
he emptied the bag or the table o tount
the money. 1t contained twenty-eight
Spanish dollars, which the banker quiet
ly paid him, and the gentleman"
quilted the table with his earrings. with
cut deigning to tempt Dame Fortune
again. On the second evening he re-
turned, staked, and the card lost. With
the greatest GOODNESS he opened the bag,
seized the corners, and shook out the
money; it contained precisely the same
sum as on the previous evening. On
the third, fourth, fifth and sixth eve
nings, the same story. The bankers be-
gan to know the man, and amused them
selves about his strange behavior. As
usual he lost, took up the bag, and
walked away.
The seventh evening arrived. Itwas
just minute after eight, and the one
banker said, laughingly, to the other,
1--WE have treated him too hardly, and
frightened him away" His comrade
laughed; but the man in the black coat,
who had just arrived, without altering
feature, or paying any attention to the
whispering and laughing, took his usual
place, quietly watched the progress of
the game till a quarter past eight, and
then laid the well known bag upon a
duce that had just been turned up.
A couple of cards had been turned up
without the two making its appearance.
At last the three fell to the left, and to
the right-a scarcely perceptible smile
played on the bankers lips-the two.
The stranger turned deadly pale, but
without uttering syllable about the
change in his luck, he stretched out his
hand to the sack, and was on the point
of opening it, in order to count the dol
lars, when the banker said, laughingly,
"Let it be; know how many are in it,
eight-and-twenty. Am I not right?"
'.Not exactly" said the man, calmly,
and shook the silver out on the table
He then shook the bag still more, ard a
roll of bank-notes, Slightly wrapped to-
gether, fell out.
"Wbat's that?" the banker criedsin
alarm, and the audience pressed curious
ly around.
"Ny stGke!" the man said, with ap-
parent Indifference, as he unfastened the
thread that bound the notes.
"Stop; that will not dol'' the banker
cried, as he threw down his cards; that's
false play. You only paid 7eight-and-
twenty dollars on the previous evening""
"False play?" the man shouted, and
his eyebrows were menacingly contrac-
ted. "Prove it, you shufiersl Did l
not lay the bag Just as it is on the card,
and have you ever refused to pay it un-
opened?''
s.No! that's all correct-quite right"
said those around, who are always glad
to oppose the banker, because they are
firmly convinced that he does not play
fairly, although they continually throw
away their money. s"He staked and
won. and mustbe paid" others shouted.
..Count your money, how much is it?"
said the hankar xvbo boJ br.-;odlx- ax