Clarksville chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 186?-1872, 1870-10-01

the names. Then came lull. The
planter took two chances, whereupon
his two companiOns took each one
more. The three men in the crowd
doubled up"
"Two more chances, gentlemen
Clay whispered apart to the Judge,
and then made his way to the table,
and threw down two gold eagles.
"What nameW hsaAHll
"Give it to the woman,n
f"The gal herself?" ~ lftf
Yes. Give her chance"
-"All right. One chance for Min
ette." A
Before the planter could call again
Judge Underwood had twenty dol
lars on the table, saying, as he did
So ta r
IsThis is for the boy"
Good 20 cried the owner of the
property. I" Here's chance for Tom
my. And that takes thelot. Where's
the clerk ~ ru5, i ssf
Here" hae tenri
Have you got blanks for this sort
of business 2" hv r 2
"Yes.n atl -atlf !
"Then WON'T we fill up bill of sale
for these two-Ninette and Tommy
and leave place to.put in the win
ner? Now then for the dice, gentle
men," The dice were brought on
and the shaking commenced. There
were three dice, and each player was
entitled to three throws. OF the first
ten throws thirty-nine was the high
est number cast. The eleventh turned
up forty-two. Then the scores fell
again till the twenty-first throw,
when Of one Of the ganlesters threw
out forty.nine. i44le7A' tsN ~
The crowd were now all excite
ment. Forty-nine was a hard point
to beat. The lowest number that
could be thrown was nine; and the
highest mine sixes) was fifty-four--
making what is called an average
throw, about thirty-one and one half
OF hundred throws the majority
will fall below thirty-two.
Again the dies ratified in the box
as the second gamester took his turn
But his throw was u low one. The
twenty-eighth belonged to the clerk
of the boat, who had now returned
with the bill of sale. He threw for
ty-nine-tieing the gamester.
"COme, Ninette, it's your turn. p
The woman started, and quivered
and pressed her hand over her heart
Only the groaning and putting of the
engine broke the stiffness of the place
"Will the gentleman who paid fo
the chance throw for me?' she said
Let your boy throw for YOU re
turned Mr.. Clay, who shrank from
the ordeal. His luck should he bet
ter than mine.'
Tommy came forward and took til,
box.
He shook the box and turned tn,
dice upon the table. Three aces
Shake again, Tommy" said tn,
planter.
:" Its no use, master, I can't ge
forty-nine.n
"But you've got your own chance
4 "Aye," cried the Judge. "Tha
was your mothers chance. Nov
throw for the chance I gave you
throw for yOllrself-brace up and tax
heart-and may Heaven help you =
That was not an assembly of relig
iOusly inclined persons, by an,
lHeuIiS, uut bIiC icINtut IDctitlOt vi Ill
Judge met with q warm and impul
sive'response of Amen ~ from neal
ly all present.
Again the boy came forward an
lifted the box.
The only sound in that saloor
above the deep breathing of the spec
tators, was the clicking of the ivor
cubes. Presently the first throw wa
, made.
"Five-five-six, are SIXTEEN" an
nounced the planter, setting dow
the figures.
The dice were gathered up an
thrown again.
"Six-six-and q five. Good
That's seventeen.
The boy took the box for the las
throw, and his mother leaned agains
. a stanchion for support. Atlength-
and the book was opened!
"Three skies !-eighteen! and that
/, fity-one! Tommy, my boy, you're
trump. Now, Mr.. Clerk, fill up the bi
n of sale, and I'll sign it before all thes
! witnesses" The scene that followe
! can better be imagined than DESERT
ed. The last time l ever heard fror
. Judge Underwood he was alive an
well, though long retired from actiy
life. Ninnette was his housekeepel
and Tommy his most trusted servant