The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1878-02-09
His Last Game of Poker.

James B. Anderson, born in the
State of Maine, reared in affluence, a
graduate of Yale College, and destined
for the bar, arrived in the great city of
New York on the 18th day of July, 1876,
and entered upon a career of dissipation
which eliminated in determination to
seek excitement and adventure in the
Black Hills. He started from New
York with a companion, having in his
possession 200, and arrived in the
city of Deadwood without once having
drawn sober breath. In Chicago he
paid visit to a noted gambling house,
where he won $1,000. He left the
tigers den about midnight, and as he
was passing down Dearborn street to
his hotel he was attacked by two ruff
fans, who succeeded in hurting him to
the ground and were about to rob him
when steps were heard approaching,
and the robbers hastily decamped. In
this adventure he had his arm broken.
He was taken to his hotel, where the
injured limb was set.
At the end of three weeks he was
sufficiently well to proceed on his way
to the Hills, towhich his companion had
preceded him. He arrived at the Ell
Dorado in September, and began anew
his career of dissipation. Strange to
say, he was most forum ate gambler.
Drunk or sober, he invariably arose a
winner, and one time, it is said, he act
ually broke the farO-bank, cleaning the
place out of nearly $1,000. Twice he
was waylaid and robbed, but he APP
pears to have made point of carrying
but a small amount of money. The
professional gamblers grew to fear and
hate him for his extraordinary good
luck. 1t is said that while he was in
the Hills he won over $4,000, and
spent his money as recklessly as he &C
quired it.
But fortune deserted the reckless
youth. One nigh the entered gam
bling-house and encountered a man
named Broy. They were introduced,
had some wine together, and sat down
to q game of poker. They played with
varying fortune for two hours, until
at last Anderson proposed to make the
"ante' $500. Broy assented. The
cards were dealt, and Broy bet 500
on his hand. Anderson saw him, and
went him 5000 better. A crowd had
gathered about the table Broy saw
the 5000 and went him $500 better.
The silence of death reigned in the
gambling-house. Anderson looked at
his hand, and coolly raised his oppo-
nent $1,000. The money was deposited
as fast as called for. Without hesita-
ton Broy saw the 81, 900 and went 81
900 better. The excitement became in
tense. A pin might have been heard to
drop while the two men looked at the
cards they held. The face of Anderson
was very pale, while great drops of per-
spiration stood out on the brow of the
gambler Broy. 1t was an agonizing
moment to Anderson, whose say it
was. He looked at the pile of bills upon
the table, saw it, and went So, 900 better;
then, gazing into the handupon which so
much depended, in low voice he said:
"What will you do, BroyP' The lat
ter looked at the stake, and cried, pull
ing a heavily-loaded wallet from his
pocket: 81 see you, and go you So, 900
better" He deposited the money An
derson looked at the pile with shiver.
He covered the money, however, and in
a low, cool voice, said: "And | call
your -Four kingsr' cried Broy,
throwing down his cards. They were
good. Anderson held four queens. He
laid down his cards and staggered
from the table and walked unsteadily
out of the room. From that day to this
nothing has been seen or heard of
James b. Anderson.-Dd Herald.
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