The new North-west. [volume] (Deer Lodge, Mont.) 1869-1897, 1884-03-21
NO. 767
From Life.

From, Life.
The Thompson Street Poker Club met as
usual last Saturday evening, the Rev. Mr..
Thankful Smith in the chair. There were
present Professor Brick, Mr.. Cyanide Whit
fles, aud Elder Jubilee Anderson, whom Mr..
Tooter Williams, as an act of courtesy, bad
volunteered to steer against the game. A
note Of regrets was received from Mr.. Gus.
johnson. Owing to'a slight misunderstand-
ing In relation to the ownership Of an over
coat, he had temporary engagement with
the municipal authorities.
The game was spirited, the jack-pots fire.
quent and exciting, and the luck for two
hours ran steadily against the Elder.
Mr.. Tooter Williams had been to a stag
dinner in the early evening, and the heating
influence of the maccaroni compelled him
about every fifth hand to seek the outer air
and cool himself Each time he returned,
however, he would indulge in such reck.
less burst of chips and nushes as to mislead
his guest into the supposition that II would
be wiser for him to go home and sleep it of.
But as he steadily won it was useless to
make the proposition.
At eleven o'clock the Elder had lost six
dollars, and drew out Of the game. Mr..
Williams was nine dollars aud Mr.. Whllles's
ulster ahead. The Rev. Mr.. Smith was
gloomy, and Professor Brick seemed to be
deliberating what form Of suicide would be
cheapest and most effective. Mr.. Williams,
from being musicaliy uproarious, had be-
come incoherent and abusive. He drew
three cards against Mr.. Whlfiles's pat flush,
and got him four dollars In debt, and he
bounced the Rev. Mr.. Smith out of a jack
pot with two miserable tives, which he glee.
fully showed down. He was then again at
tackled by maccaroni, and vanished for .
breath OF fresh air.
"Kin play yo' han, Toot?" inquired the
Elder, as Mr.. Williams rose.
"Cernly," replied that gentleman. cam
when yo' ketch 'em, kyarve Smith-kyarve
imp With two lurches and this truculent
request, he quilted the room.
The Elder smiled across at the Rev. Mr..
Oullu, duu tuab SohsiOhoh "ihhSN ~ A'A''
Whiflles, who dealt.
81 bets yo' q dolah," observed the Elder.
81 rises dat fo'," retorted the Rev. Mr..
Smith.
az calls. Gimme cyard," said the Elder.
"Me, too," said the Rev. Mr.. Smith.
"Fo' dollahs," said the Elder, making
cavern in Mr.. Williams's pile.
"Fo' mo-" said the Rev. Mr.. Smith.
At that moment door slammed, and Mr..
| Whifiles knew that trouble and Mr.Williams
was coming.
"Fo' mon yo'," was the Elders reply, as
he showed up the last of Mr.. Williams's chips
and Mr.. Whiflles's ulster. I'D
"Rise dat fo'," replied the Rev. Mr.. Smith.
At that moment Mr.. Williams entered. His
practiced eye took in the situation at once.
"Wha-whadJer doin'?" he ask of the
Elder.
"Playin' yo' ham," replied that gentleman,
giving him the cards.
"Who-who done do all dat risin'," was
Mr.. Williams's next inquiry.
81 did; dats who," said the Rev. Mr..
Smith.
Mr.. Williams ran his hand over. 1t held
two trays, a paii of mines, and king.
"'Spose- -sposen rise yo' back ?" he said
to the Rev. Mr.. Smith, in tones which he
hoped would fll him with terror.
"Rise away" was that gentleman's imper-
turbable reply.
Mr.. Williams, for moment, was plunged
in profound thought. Then he threw up his
hand. The Elder slowly drew in the pot,
buried 1t in his pocket, tried the fit of Mr..
Whifles's ulster, found 1t too small, gave 1t
back to its owner, and then, with the Elder,
and a somewhat fendish chuckle, quilted
the room. There was silence for minute,
and then Mr.. Williams said, impressively:
"Niggahs, dat's what er gentleman gits fer
takin' his eye often de pack. Dat speeyunce
done cos me jess-jess six dOllahs mint
dat fresh air was jess sixty cents bref,
while was outen de room. Dads not po-
kah. Dads triflin wild providence"