Cheyenne transporter. [volume] (Darlington, Indian Terr.) 1879-1886, 1880-11-10

fair-haired, had blue eyes and milk
teeth, and just as innocent looking as q
sucking pig. / knowed he was my
meat-tenderer nor chicken-the min
ute / sot eyes on him. Just one of
them lovely creatures as had never put
foot in a gambling saloon before. Pity
him? Much. If you ever did want
to see heart stopping over with sym
pathy, wish you could get sight of
mine There never was q sporting man
that hadn't soft heart, mealier nor a
billed potato. It's constant weakness
that mostly spoils their business. When
| get flush, you just call on me and
write me up some yarn for the papers,
about these ere benevolent, soft-heart-
ed sports, something that will make the
women cry, and you will be good for a
ten-dollar bill. The papers can't pub
lish too many of them. Well, about
this here young fellow. Some pards of
mine had roped him in. Bless you, we
had spotted him months before. We
made up little game, and some friends
played agin meme a-holding the box
and the way they squeezed me was
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take hand just for fun, he going
shares, chipping in. and we let him
make 800 or $150-I disremember
how much. We knowed he was well
sOt. His nanny had caved i'm a
six months efore, and he was good for
100000. Now we wasn't going to let
any other party get him, for there was
lot of fellows running an opposition
to us in town. We had kind of started
small, and the bank wasn't worth
more than $500 when we first worked
her, and that there young fellow had
cost us as much as $50 in tolling of
him in, before we got him safe. Some
particular friends of mine hived on
him, and we stood the racket. l no
sooner looked him over than | made up
my mind that our money wasn't vast
ed. He wasn't a growler, but just an
easy going kind of a chap, that took
things as they came. We didn't press
him. If it took the whole season to
play it on him, we didn't mind. Some
nights he would drop thousand cool,
and the next thing we would let him
ick up hundred or so. Kind of
kept him in heart, you know. When
he begun he wasn't much on liquor,
but we got him to take his tod pretty
brisk after awhile Good-liquor? You
had better believe it. Old Grow, cop
per distilled, all the time. What's the
use of hocuSsin' stuff? It's never done
now, much. exceptingly by burglars
The nigger was regularly ordered to
give him drink, when any OF us
winked. and we kept winking. A
man wants sustaining, you know, and
we WAS blessed sight too tender-heart-
ed TO let him feel his losses. Many
and many time me and my pards
have put him too sleep in the back
room. with money in his pockets which
wo might have took, and he never
would have known nothing; but q
sporting man AZ respects hisself is
above that kind Of game.
Well, he kept right straight on like
good one, and the more he lost the
worse was his judgment. 1t was 80
easy thing that there really was no
fun in it. When spring time came the
bank was $4,000 ahead, and the blast
ed fool hadn't over 800 to his name.
We had been mighty polite and affable
like to him SO far, but when a fellow
has only 800 and watch and
scarf-pin, and will keep a-hanging
around a game, he amt no use. He
kept on a-coming though, and just
knew that if we didn't freeze him out
he would turn out to be regular sa-
loon loafer. One night he come in and
hung off for while, and we thought
he hadn't a red, but by-and-by he shows