Daily Los Angeles herald., 1883-09-15
HOW We WAS BUSxoED.
A Wad of Experience Purchased by
Man who Just Wanted TO Zee
How 1t Was Done"

"Ifyou won't give away my name to n
living soul I'll tell you of the cleanest
bunko game that ever was played on
me or any other man."
The gentleman is very well known in
Chicago, and has u bank account that
is the envy of most of his companions.
The Herald reporter swore by the ever
lasting memory Of the star-route trials
he would never use the name of his in-
former.
"Well, Charley Evans and | were sit
ting in restaurant one day, not long
ago, when well-dressed and respecta-
ble-looking man came in. When he
could do so without being observed
Charley whispered to me thattheman was
the best hunko steeror in the country.
said had never been worked by bunko
man, and would like to be. To cnt it
short, Charley told me how | could put
myself in the fellows way, and | did it
successfully, after leaving my valuables
in Charley's care and making an APP
pointment to meet him in two hours.
1.-THE steerer knew who | was, and
soon found way to ripen acquaintance
into familiarity, saying, of course, that
my friends were his friends. He said
that he had lottery ticket that had
drawn q prize and wished me to walk
over with him to the office, where he
would draw the money. The game was
working well, went, and he drew his
money. Then the manager of the
office got out chuck -a-luck board and
my friend played with him and won a
considerable sum of money. Nothing
would do but must play also, aud he
gave me 500 TO bet with. bet and
won more than lost. Finally the man
ager declared the bet should be triple
one, and my friend said he was glad of
it, and, laying down big pile of money,
told me to bet all had. | did so, and the
manager declared my friend and had
lost triple the amount we had bet. He
figured that | owed him $500. | said |
had no money"
"Your check will do, said the man
ager.
81 gave him my check, intending of
course, to go right to the bank and stop
payment on it, The manager put the
check under newspaper to blot it, and
my friend, who was counting out money
with which to pay his triple loss stopped,
put his money in his pocket, reached
over and grabbed my check from under
the paper, tore it up and said; Here,
this is some skin game, and won't stand
it. won't pay that bet and You can't
have my friends check. And he took
out pistol and said we were going out
Of that place, and it wouldn't be safe to
get in our way"
1--WE went out together, and my COM
paion told me he had played a good deal
OF chuclS-a. luck there, and had consider
able luck, but he was now pretty sure it
was skin game As no further effort
was made to get money out of me con-
Guided Charley was mistaken; that the
man he had taken for steerer was only
victim frequentor of the bunko shop.
He left me at the door of the hotel
where | was to meet Charlie. Charlie
was waiting for me in the office. told
him what had happened"
"'You internal idiot, said he, skip
to the bank as last as you can. Prob
ably you're too late now
''Sure enough, when l reached the
bank the check had been cashed and the
man was gone.
"'You see, said Charlie, he tore up
a piece of paper instead of your check
that's one of the tricks-and when they
got you out the manager rushed and got
the cash.
"Say, now, be mighty careful you
don't get my name into it.