Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1884-03-01
STORIES OF ALL KINDS,
A Big Game of Poker In Thompson
Street.
A IOOd Sufferer Who Longed for Rest
Career Of a Woman Soldier
Scene in a Western
Restaurant.
Ne,g York Life.


Mr.. Cyanide Whifiles, for a moderate
percentage, had volunteered to steer
his brother-in-law against the game,
and, to use technical expression, blow
him in for all ne was worth. The
gentleman in question was a HO6oken
barber with y steady income, \ total
ignorance Of draw poker, u chili-like
confidence and other advantages OF
mind and person which impressed Mr..
Williams favOrably.
Rev. Mr.. Smith instructed the neO-
phyte in those fundamental principles
known as coming in" "straddling,"
rising" and "sweeinin' de jacker," and
by tacit consent he was allowed to win
some small successive pots, and thus got
himself into n glorious humOr. Then
Mr.. Williams winked at Mr.. Gus John
son and that gentleman dealt.
Mr.. Williams had straddled the blind
aid Rev. Mr.. Smith straddled him.
All came in and drew three cards
- iecr, except the stranger, Mr.. High
aLu Dilsey, who only wanted one. Mr..
" rihgms bet q dollar. NJ. Smith
:s;>tu HIM two.
irOfe- sor Brick called, as also did
Mr.. Whlfiies. All eyes were upon Mr..
DIlsey, and the silence was so profound
that Mr.. johnson could hear his hair
| grow.
Does Sc ,ess-jess call, Mistah Dill
sey?'' inquired Mr. Williams, with n
sweet smile, "or does yo' rise itn
Mr.. Dilsey passed his cards in review,
| hesitated and said:
! kin I rise lt?"
Certainly" replied Mr.. Williams,
| who had a great deal of benevOlence
and three kings. Rise it all yo' want"
Thus encouraged Mr.. Dilsey raised
the got So. Everybody DreaChed hard
with suppressed excitement and Mr..
! JohusOn's eyes might have served for \
hatrack. MIR. Williams raised back and
| Mr.. Smith raised him. the Others, &C
cOrding to previous agreement, fled.
Mr.. Dilsey called. "Whad yo' got to
beat two par" he inquired.
"is seyiral big, fat, smllin' kingS any
! good"r asked MIR. Williams, Kindly.
"Kin a spade fish, queen high, ito uaf-
fiu'?!" uuprled Rev. Mr.. Smith.
"ShUme up" sA!G Mr.. Dlsey, APP
parently nursing hs left foot.
Mr.. Williams uTiOlded his private
collections of royalty, and Mr.. smith
exhibited q panorama Of Spades which
reflected great credit on Mr.. Johnson's
dealing.
Use Sorry, Mistah Dilsey," observed
Mr.. Williams.
Oats lie way with kyards," re-
! marked Rev. Dir. Smllh, seutenuously.
"Ciambiin's Ousartin'
Mr.. Drlsey spoke not but began to
| count the pot.
"Wha-whad yo' dou' wit de
spondles?" asked Mr.. Williams.
Lego my pot" commanded Mr..
! Smith.
Mr.. Dilsey coolly rolled up the bills
and inserted them in an abyss under
his vest, and then swept the coppers
and Mr.. WEitiles' plated watch chain
INTO his pocket.
"Iook hyar, niggahs, be said, IN
tone which made Mr.. johnson feel like
a refrigerator, "l'Se from HObOken, an
/ Use barbah. When a HO6Oken bar
J All comes ter ThOms' n street ne Serr.es
l.ls profession wifi him. Pse got hJ'e
LOOT legs an hip pocket full er de i'm
! elements ob de craft. Go' hear me?'
All siyuitied by silence that they
heard. Then Mr.. D.lSey laid down
thee lacks and q pair Of skies, and
| oddly damned Mr.. Whiilles hat down
over his eyes and quilted the room.