The Arizona sentinel. [volume] (Arizona City [Yuma], Yuma County, A.T. [Ariz.]) 1872-1911, 1880-05-22

OOOk IN tne lay OUt. bfffy useS
In he the boss gambler of the
Carp, and waren't afear,i OF the
, flyest sport that ever sIung a card
but he's cle4n gone on tire piu:
lay now, and scents 10 have LOST
all the good there was ever in
him. The boss mouthpfece ol
he heavenly mill h las gone down
to Denver, and Bill is going to
stand in an sling Gospel to the
boys a. well as he can."
This explanation. given in the
most earnest tones, started ne
instanter for the big tent. 1t wxs
used at night for Il variety thea
tire, where artists (?) a questiOna'
bic character performed acts OF
still more Questionable decency,
and was rented for religious ser
vice every Sunday morning. l
found the tent filled to its utmost
capacity. Many had, no doubt,
come through curiosity to see
how Bill would deport himself in
this, his initial sermon. Upon the
stage sat a hurly. reduced man,
with arms folded in careless man.
ner; who looked over the large
audience with an mir Of the most
decided independence. This WAS
Faro Bill, the speaker of the oc-
casion. When hearOse he glanced
around the tent for y moment,
evidently collecting his thoughts,
and began:
"Fqller citizens. The preacher
being absent it falls oil me to take
his hand and play 1t fur all it's
worth. You all know that l am
just learning the game, an, of
course, I may be expected TO
make wild breaks, but don't be-
lipve there il rooster i'm the
camp mean enough to take ad-
vantage of my ignorance, an
cold ueck me on the first deal.
Pm sincere i'm this new depar-
ture, an believe Pve struck n
game that kin playclear through
without copperiu' bet, fur when
a man tackles such layout rs
this he plays every card to win,
an if he goes through the deal as
he Orter do, when he lays down To
die, an tie last case is ready to
slide down from the box, he kin
call the turn every time.
al WAS readin' i'm the Bible to.
d,y that yarn about the Pr"digal
s&,n, an l. want to tell yer the
story. The hook don't give no
dates, Eut it happened long, long
ago. This Prodigal Son had an
odd man that put up the coin eve
ry t,ule tue kid struck him for a
stake, an never kicked at the
size of the pile, either. | reckon
the old MAN Was pretty we'll fix.
I'd, an when he died he intended
to give all his wealth 70 this kid
and his brother. Prod. gave the
nld man \ little game of talk one
day, an injured him to whack up
i'm advance Of the death racket.
He'd no sooner got his divy in
his fist than he shook the old man
an struck out to take in some OF
the other camps. He had way
up time for - while, an slung mis-
cash to the front like he owned
the hest paying lead on airth;
but hard luck hit him lick 1T
last an lef, him fat. The book
don't state what he went broke
on, bH, I reckon he got steerei up
agin some brace game. But:
anyhow, he was left without Il
chip, or u four'bit piece TO 60 an
eat on. An old granger then tux
him home an set him to hrrdin'
hogs, and here he got SO hard up
and hungry that he piped on the
swine while they were feedin.
and stood in with them in a husK
lunch. He soon weakened on
; such plain provender, an says to
himself, says he, Even the ola
b man's hired bands are livin' on