The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1857-09-19

gal as soon as possible. y
4 sense of Indignation ran around the
group at this brutal cololuy. My father
grasp grew tighter still and encouraged
thereby, | whispered to him to buy John
aud Helen himself, but he shook his
head, and motioncd me to be quiet
Il tell you shall not let them 90,
repeated Mrs. Danton, addressing the
stra oSer; "they were brought up in my
mothers family; besides they have chill
I dren at home, from whom it would be
cruel to separate them
The gamcster and the slave trader cx-
changed snecrs at Mrs, Danton's scnti-
mental reasons for not letting the slaves
go, and her husband said, at can't be
helped now, Mary let us go to our
room
ooh, Missus. don't 60 and leab me ,,wid
dat man. shrieked Helen; al should die
or jump overheard. Q, don't lcab your
own true Helen, who sabed your life
when you fell into the bayou"
81 shall not leave, Helen. Do not be
alarmed | -
Dress dc Lord for dat interrupted
Helen, 'I knows we're safe now, kase
you alters does jus like you say you
will"
81 think its about time this nonsense
was stopped,' said the gamestcr, rising
! from the table.
''You acknowledge, Danton, that these
niggers are my property; consequently
/ they are mine, and I've right to do as
please with 'cm; no bill of sale is neces-
sary among gentlemen. And now just
come along with me, and don't make a
fuss, or III have you foggcd aud put in
| irons"
The scene now became extremely ia
tercstin-. John drew Helen to his side
and clinchcd his teeth and fists, while
/ their young mistress stood close in front,
as if with her feeble arm she would pro-
| tect them from the cluchcS Of the game
stcr. | was wild with excitement, and
begged my father to bny the slaves or
shoot the gamoster-I did not care which
! A bloody fight seemed inevitable, when
a New Englander, who had been very
quiet during the whcle trip, clbowcd his
way to the table, and asked the gamcstcr
| at what sum he valued the slaves.
"Two thousand dollars,' he said "do
you want to buy"'
81 have only a thousand dollars" the
young man answered, n'll give that for
them"
"No, sir; but I'll stake EN- against
your thousand dollars and play YOU Il
game Of poker for the pile
81 don't understand the gam2," said
the New Englander.
"What game do YOU play?"
81 have played q few games of all
! fours"
"At all fours, then if you like; I win
stake the niggers against your thousand
dollars"
TO the surprise of every one present,
he accepted the challenge, called for a
pack Of cards, staked his thousand dol
lars, and the game commenced The
gambler had the first deal
AS the company drew more closely
around the table, it seemed as though Il
matchmaker : shop was in our midst, 50
distinctly we heard the ticking of our
watches, The first time the New Eng
lander made three to the gamestcr's one,
at which buzz of pleasure ran through
the group. The second hand the game
ster made three to his opponents moth
ing; the third they each made two,
which left the New Englandcr two to 90,
while the gamcster had but one, and it
was his time TO beg. This was a great
advantage, and everybody seemed to give
up the thousand dollars as lost
The New Highlander dealt the cards
with a steady hand however, and turned
up the jack Of hearts, which placed him
even with his antagonist; but when he
raised his cards saw he had but one
trump in his hand, and his adversary was
hesitating whether to ''stand' or "beg;"
if the former, the game was his to Il GER
tainty---if the latter, there would be an
other chance for the slaves. After drum
ming on the back of his cards for a short
time, he looked at the New Highlander, to
see If he could determine what was the
best to do; but the young Bunker Hill
met his gaze without Hinching, and there
they sat for long time, gazing into each
other $ eyes.
"Run the cards." says the gambler, at
last, could have hugged him for bis
mistake.
Bunker Hill then dealt, and the queen
of spades was turned. Every heart stood
still as the cards were for the last time
lifted
"They are mino!" shouted the New
Englandcr, rather they are yours, mad
am" said he in mildcr tone to Mrs
Danton, as he threw down the ace ot
spades
The bcautious and impctuous Southern
threw her arms around the winner neck
and three dcafcning cheers in which even
the slave holder joined, told the satisfac
tion of the audience.
Many years after met the New Eng.
lander again on the Mississippi, and
claimed his acquaintance on the score o!
having been one Of the most enthusiastic
partzans On the night Of his well rcmcm.
bercd triumph. lie has prospcred in
business and was on his annual journey
to the old hearth-stonc--a stone which
has more potent charms for good than
that at which kncels Mah0medan dcvo-
tees in the city Of their prophet. He
said he had never touched a card since
that memorable game; that the Thousand
dollars then riskcd was the sum total o.
his savings for many toilsome years, but
that he staked it and played it with per
feet conviction Of success.
Danton had sought him out, and kept
up the acquaintance ever since; anc
Mrs. nanton could travel the world oyel
mith her hnahanl witLnut fear for hl