The Placer herald., 1857-02-14

to the table, and asked the gamester at what
sum he valued his slaves.
"Two thousand dollars" said he; "do you
want to buy!"
81 have only thousand dollars" the
young man answered.; II will give you that
for them."
mo, sir; but will stake 'em against a
thousand dollars, and play you game of
poker for the pile"
81 don't understand the game" said the
New Englander.
"What game do you playa"
~ have played few games at all-fours,
but never gambled for cent in my Se''
"Well, I'll play you game at all fours
then, if you like, and stake the ni~cers
against your thousand dollars"
To the surprise Of every one present, the
young man accepted the challenge, called for
new pack Of cards staked his thousand
dollars, and the game commemorative
gamester having the first deal.
The first hand the New Englander made
three to the gamester's one, at which buzz
of ofpleasure ran round the group. The Sec
ond hand the gamester made three and his
opponent nothing; the third hand they each
made two, which LEFT the New Engander two
to 60, while the gamester had but one to
make, and it was his turn to bee. This was
a great advantage, and every one 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 made him even with his an
tagonist, but when he raised his cards saw
that he had not single trump in his hand,
and his adversary was hesitaling whether to
stond or beg; if the former, the game was
his to certainty; if the latter, there would
be another chance for the slaves.
After drumming on the back of his cards
for short time, he looked at the New Eng
lander TO see if he could determine by his
manner what it WAS best TO do, but Young
Bunker Hill met his gaze without Ainchng
and there they sat for time gazing into
each others eyes.
Run the cards." said the gamester at last
could have hugged him for his mistake.
Bunker Ilill again dealt and the queen
of spades was turned. Every heart stood
Sill as the cards we're for the last time ii, led
They are mine," shouted the New Enc
lander, 'or, rather, they are yours, madam"
said he in mlder Zone to Mrs. Danton, as
he threw down the ace ofspades.
The beautiful and inpeuous South"on
threw her arms around The winners neck
and three deafening cheers (in which even
the STAKEHOLDER joined) told the satisfaction
of the audience.
Many years alter | met the New Englan-
der in Mississippi, and claimed his acquain-
lance on the score o. being one of le most
enthusiastic par,izans on the night OF bis
well remembered triumph. He had prospeled
in business and become rich. lie was ma
king his annual pilgrimage to the family
hearthstone-a stone which has more po. ent
charms OF good than that at which kneel
Mahommedan devotees in the city Of their
Prophet. He said he had never touched a
card since that memorable game; that the
thousand dollars he then risked was the sum
total Of his savings for many toilsome years;
but that he saked it, and played the game
with perfect conviction of success.
Danton had sought him out and kept up
the acquaintance ever since and Mrs Dan
ton could now travel the world over with
her husband without fear, for he had forsworn
gambling from that never to be forgotten
night.
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