Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1880-05-01
THE BUNKO DEN.
HOW OUR ARTIST TRAMP GOT INTO
ONE IN SACRAMENTO.
Gaping" for Strangers Thought They
Had Soft Thing An Alleged Son Of
Col. Brodhead Goes for the Artist.
lcor. Milwaukee Sunday Telegraph

W. = NJ
wrote, and thought would stop for rest
ing spell before proceeding further. So
with satchel in hand | started from the
depot down j street, to make call on
some old acuuaintances. Had it not been
for my fur cap might have got along bet
ter. but that made me mark for the bum
ko steerers, of which this city Is full. |
had proceeded about two blocks when l
was met with "Hello, why, how are
you =? just arrived, hey 2
Down went my satchel on to the side
walk, and showing my cap back over my
head l reached out my hand for shake, 1t
being so good to meet an old friend after
being housed up in railway car for
week.
s'Why, said I, chow are you? Glad
to see you, wondering all the time who he
was. But he appeared so glad to see me
that | felt assured that it was some old
friend that knew me WELL and did not
want to let him know but what the recog-
milton was mutual. So | said to him,
'Well, how have you been since | last saw
your"
Tip top" said he.
"What are you doing now :" said l.
Same old business, said he.
Here in Sacramento ?" inquired /.
"No," said he, sin Frisco. lust came
up to-day to do some business"
We'll, 1 couldn't place him, and after
beating around the bush for perhaps five
minutes, trying to find out who he was, at
last said ''Let me see | know who you
are, but for the life of me can't place you.
This confounded shaking up in the cars
seems to kinder mix me all up, you know.
g Ha that's singular, said he, " that
you should forget me"
"What is the name p inquired |.
" Ferguson" replied he.
Oh alb l smells mice "Oh, yes,
Fergy how are you? L know you now
just as well as you know me. Who do
you think am, Fergy ?"
"Why, Perkins, amt it %
Yes" said 1, ''my name is Perkins
just about as much as your name is Fer
guson.' Now" continued l, 'Fergy, go
home and have your nurse put you in your
| trundle and let you rest awhile.
He went one way and l the other. /
| had not proceeded two blocks before / was
approached by young man in corduroy
suit and flash jewelry, and with both hands
stretched out, he jumped for me. "Why
my old friend Lydston, how are you? l
did not expect to see you away out here"
All, thinks |, here's an old friend sure,
for he knows my name. Down dropped my
carpet bag as before and out went both
my g fms" and we had such nice shake,
and for a second ] let 90 with one hand to
push back my cap that was getting over
my eyes. "Why," said l, "what on
earth are you doing away out here in Cali
fornia p Diminishing again to find out who
he was).
"Lydston, says he, congratulate me. "
81 WILL" said l. "but for what -
"Why, said he, {" have struck a bo-
nanza worth 100000"
The deuce, said [.
Fact, says he; come with me and 1
will show it to you. !"
"Can't now" said l, must call and see
my friends. ;"
"'Twon't take fifteen minutes, said he
"Well said, 81 will go and see it.
But hang it, said l, do you know that
can't place you. What have you been
doing to your face p
''Ah !" said he, good joke cut off my
moustache you of course know my father |
in Milwaukee, Brodhead, President of the |
Bank"
"Oh, yes, 1 remember you now. By |
the way, you know Judge H. L. Palmer
and Judge Mallory, don't you %
"Of course dc" said Brodhead.
s'Of course you have heard about the
trouble they had, each accusing the other
of being strong Republican and voting
on t'other side, the result of which they
came to blows, both parties sent up for
sixty days to the House of Correction, and |
of John j. Orion being appointed Judge /
pro tenn p
"Oh, yes, replied Brodhead, pa wrote
me all about it.
| knew then here was Bunko No. 2, for
I knew that Col. Brodhead had no son.
But, thinks l, here's a chance for an item
for the Sunday Telegraph, and I'll see it
through.
why" said 1, Brodhead, why did
you leave Milwaukee for California ?"
Father advised me to seek my fortune
and [ left
&c Plucky," said 1.
60 Byim full of it, said he. Come, he
added, 90 take short walk and | will show
you my nugget.
call right, but can't stay long" And
we had walked about two and half blocks
when, said, Brodhead amt these long
blocks ?"
"Ah yes" he replied, laughing, g but
we don't mind block or two. | was fear
full you would not come, had | told you
twas two or three blocks /; but here we are,
just cross the street.
And we enter up long flight of stairs,
through long narrow hall and are ush-
cred into a nicely furnished office, lace
curtains to the window, counter in front,
inclosing the occupant who was seated at
] L A. ,4,,,. ]
room l look around for this bonanza, and
while l was looking, Mr.. Brodhead asks
the gentleman at the desk if he has heard
anything from his number yet?
''What was your number, Mr.. B. ?"
"Three hundred and twenty re-
plies B.
81 will look, said he. Soon he stands
by the counter and said :" Mr.. B. your
ticket or number has drawn a prize Of
So, 100"
"By George !" exclaims B. congratu-
late me, Mr.. Lydston.
/" With all my heart. Why you will
soon be able to return to Milwaukee and
buy out the Fret National"
All at once | find myself standing gazing
upon cloth covered with figures and
prizes marked from $40 to $40, 600 and
now InlS cloth SOL spIedu ouD DSAOAS hiS
upon what, a second before, was a plain
counter-tep, was a mystery to me, and SO
remains to this day. However, there it
was.
"Now," says the bunko chief, Mr..
Brodhead you are entitled to draw eight
tickets or numbers, the aggregate which
applies to the number and prize or blank
marked on the cloth, so that you have a
chance to double your amount or lose per-
haps ten per cent.
''By golly, Mr.. L., draw for me, " says
the bogus Brodhead.
"Not any for me, Mr.. Brodhead. l
never gambled cent in my life, and am
not going to commence now.
"Well :. but, said he, "this amt gamb
ling, only think your luck would be bet.
ter than mine. Come draw for me and I'll
give you half