The Tiffin tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1868-1887, 1873-06-05

ters, and 70 him he would unfold ht
history, IL lights ami shadows. j
deiusive Joys and IT, eternal sorrow
And he would lie down on the cam
cot and shut his eves, clasp his Grim,
stained hands across his forehead, gu
talk about MS yOyhOOi ami MS mo-i
er anu his two little sisters: and a5)J
the Olu New Ham pshire sideh!u Wit
lis white dasies and irS yellow butte
cups anI IL stragliug rows OF guarie
old apple trees, and the sluggish con
grazing there IN thu summer time
and the old, diugy, red painted schoi
house, where the three roads met, AN
where he had learned out Of the scraW
led and tattered old books his fi--
vague lessons OF the great world be
yOnd the little valley OF nj home
thai world that had 20 wr1nged an
wrecked his later life, and made sue
mOckery of his manhood. Then h
would tell his "reminiscences Of Tia
war; how he lay in the deadly iitche
OF Port Hudson, whence he could SO
the New Hampshire battle-il4g~ tina
waved over his kith and kin, in tn
OesHglng trenches over across the mar
row piauteau that no messenger bU
those of lead and iron might traverse
how then he Wore the captive month
away at Johnson's Island, preferrin.
for his Mississippi love to forswear Ia
kindred; how at last he got away,an
then within a week after he had r.
Joined his regiment he lay breathin.
up great spOuts of blood from his tori
lung in the ravine at Chickamauga
and lhen-
1T was all for her" he would grow
/ between his locked jaws, "aud she
scOrned ne al the end.N
Aud thn he was the same desper'
ate devil again, and away he would g
to drink, and gamble, and carOuse
and kill, to escape the memories that
Knocked AMI craZed him.
One daya schooner anchored in the
stream opposite the Fort, and hel
captain came up to the town in hi,
gig. He brought big bag of doub-
( looms along to fight or feed Sillie's IL
ger with, according as his luck went
This captain was Don Jose Joaquin
Herren, the dashingest bravo on the
Gulf cOas, TampicO contrabandist,
and these dOublOOns were The profits
of his latest voyage. The national
game in Mexico is monte. But
whether may be taken a. ilIustra-
tive of tie traditional Anglo-SaxOn
superiority or not it Is a .act that the
Spaniard deserts his native monte
in utter contempt when he can get AT
an American faro game However,
as there seems to be something dOmi-
nant anu compulsory about every
thing tina; is AngIO-SaxOn,f forcing the
inferior races 10 bend to it every
where, ii is presumed that the rule
hClds good when applied to its vices
as well as its virtues. At all events
the dashing Castilian was ready to
lavish his dOublOOns upon the Anglo
Saxon game, and Sale was as ready
to entertain him with the frOlics of
her pet tiger. 50 when she heard
that Captain Herren would be the
guest of her establishment that eve
ming, she put OH all her diamonds, and
flecked herinky flood of hair with all
her span.les and her ribbons, and put
on her lowest necked black silk gown
and her beWitchingest little lace cape
and sleeves and, completing her tot
let with pair of pearl derringer-butts
and a silver stilettO-hilt peeping dain-
tily out of her bosom, she vowed she
would deal the game for the gallant
Captain her own inimitable self.
This was Il great mark OF favor, for
she had never presided at the table
but once before, and that was when
she had entertained a French Briga-
dier and two Federal MajOr-Generals.
On ordinary occasions she employed
obscure manipulatOrs of the paste
boards, at a meager salary, to .evy
contributions upon the the everyday,
or every-night herd Of pleDeians, while
she amused herself in her bizarre lit
tie parlOr across the way with the de
voted officers of the garrison, whom
she endured, because she was in their
power, or with NOltaiTe, whom she
adOred for his scof1ing, or with her
bandOla and her songs, because they
made her fOrgetful and happy, or with
her lover, whom she petted for hls su-
perlative wicRedneSs, and for the mel
beauty of his face.
This was the second visit of the
; " III DIOWlSNlllC. SLl
his former visit he had fed Salle's IT,
ger to the tune of about three hundred
but il he had lost his dOub-
looms he had won a good share OF
Sales affections, for she thought him
fully rs wicked and a tritle handsOm-
er than Budd. Tie latter knew all
about this state of things, and his af-
fection for Don Joaquin was by no
means gushing. Consequently, he
was moody all the afternoon after he
saw the smuggler's gig pull up at the
old wharf, and it was easy
to imagine that there might be an ep-
isolde in the evening.
The smuggler was no exception 10
the rule of his race in the matter OF
Like all MeXicans, he
was an implicit believer in luck. The
Mexican idea of that is a curious
study. Sometimes you
would see three or four greasers, who
had robbed some solitary wayfarer
down on the Monterey road or up in
the defiles of the Salinas, come over
to Brownsville with 10 insignificant
pile of dOublOOns. OF course they
would come to gamble, and the first
thing to he aScertained was upon
whose head the benisOn of luck might
have descended. So they would get
together in dark room, station
one in each corner, toss a
dOubloOn up against the ceiling, and
then grope around the floor for il on
all fours. The one who happened to
find il was Sin lUckn beyond all dis
pute, and on him they would stake"
to their last mille1 dollar, their last
rag of clOthes-tO the extent indeed OF
utter bankruptcy save their saddles
and spurs; these the Mexican never
Well, something like this
was the snuggler's conception of
luck.
About 8 o'clock Sale took her seat
"behind the layout" and began 10
deal the cards for Don joaquin. 10
was what you call "nervey" game.
There was no limit really, and the
betting ranged mostly between ten
and twenty doublOOns on the turn.
The 'Iay-Out" was pretty well ''yel-
lowed, !" and if a turn was neglected 1t
was a pure oversight. AT first the
smuggler seemed to be in partnership
with luck itself, and Sale had twice
sent for another keg of dOublOOns to
meet the pastebOard sight-drafts that
were ever and anon presented TO her
bank. Don Joaquin sat admiring the
dealer over stack of about five hun
dred doublO0ns. And as Sales losses
grew heavier her smile grew sweeter,
and the steel-blue glitter of her eye
intenser. The handsome outlaw was
winning her heart faster than her
doublOOns. About ii or 1850, Budd,
who had been up at the officers quar-
ters specializing on draw-pOker for an
hour or two. sauntered into the bank,
Iounged up to the table languidly, and
surveyed the situation. Don joaquin
had five bets down, on five case cards
and Sale had her thumb Oh the card
for the turn.
"Wait bit, my dear" said Budd,
"till light this cigarette, and then
RI amuse you"
Then he deliberately put down five
bets on the five case cards, and every
one that Don Joaquin played he cop
pered, and those the Don cOppered he
played. On the first action tine Span
lard won, and Budd, of course, lost.
The Spaniard's white teeth shOne be
tween his gleefully-parted lips. On the
next action Budd won and the Span
lard lost; and on the next Budd whip
sawed him, and that closed that deal.
Don JOaquin's smile was not siDle.