Union County courier. [volume] (Elk Point, Union County, D.T. [S.D.]) 187?-1913, 1884-12-17

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This fellow that played ~ IN d
hisself was Their awfnlest So ~ -
[ man ron ever heeed n Wesg
miner in Virginia CixN I1~A -;
him thar in SO ToeS most a 9 feller
was born. He was : strange Is IN d
N ther fust night he cum tn njim Dir
on's gSmblin' house, - ndbody poi(
any t0ntion to him f0rder tkaa L. fool
IT him . he cUm thru The sannr. ~.
AL had 'casich TO rsmembee NJ Artes
that. theugh, an specially II Dixon
Nun Of Their boys liked Dim Dlxon VERY
10 dealt ! brace game .ksasts AVA
nobudy never made hnNcAa ~ winnin
when Jim WAS deAlin,. ~ che boyl
reconed nobudy would s. lonk g ne
didn't break Ids finder.
"Well, thef mind-plsSef M 80
aroun' watchiRs ttrets e1sn4 fer = icna
time he neyet red ! word 10 INV.
budy, but fhAily we u6Sic1d that eyery
once in . while Ire wo1ad ShuN "a m
hans tight, kinda grind HI tUAth, and
cnss hisself. low ike an last rs sed;
I'm out OF luck pulled one his dnst,
bag an tArowed it, On Their table
Weigh ont seventy-6ve outen that hs
aM TO Jim Dixon.
DO you want chips fer IT. sed Jim,
emptyin' Their bag.
What do I want chiiss. fex 2 said
Their stranger, kind = run like. i've
been playin' ever sfnUe I cnm in. an /
tell you I've lost seventy five. Their
muney's youfn. Weigh it OUT
Jim looked at Their fellow as il he
thought he was crazy. I guess you're
on = little, my fren,' sed Jim. 4 Amt
handied ounce Of your dust this even
M.
'lknow you haing sd thef stranr.
er, gittin. mad I tell Won I dns't het
with fchip@ ! bot III my mind. I'm
honest an I want to pay what / lost.
4 I'd made . winniA' I'd ast You for IL,
weigh out Their dust
Jim took Thor dust, tied up ther
bag, an tossed it back to Their Teller.
who walked away, scratchin' his head.
Then Jim LATED loud an ordered Their
unnks Tor ther crowd, an, swore that
Teller was Their softest tenderfoot he
ever seed.
well Their next night the fellow cum
asgin, an ther boys was all lookin' fer
him. He stood aroun' Just the same as
before. an il was evident he was a.
iosin, fer he kept running his hans up
thru his har, grindin' his teeth, an
cussin' hisself, same as the nirht afore
Finally he pulled out . full bag, laid it
on ther table an said: They don't
pear to come my way. Take q hun.
dred an fifty outen that
Jim didn't say nuthin' this time, but
weighed cat ther dust an handed back
Their bag. When the TELLER rss gone,
Jim set up Their drinks, an, sed he reck.
oned he end stan liker every time that
TELLER cum In.
"This new kind Of faro playin, was
Their talk Of all Their miners next day.
and . big crowd was in Jim's Mace
Their folierin' night, waitin' for Their
mind player. He cum an stood 40
close to Their table, as i. usual. Most Of
Their boys jist stood back an he'd fun
watchin' him. An after q while thew
got to bettin' the drinks munkst them
selves ON whether he wood cuss er run
his hans thru his har next. He 'peared
TO be havin' Q unusual bad streak OF
luck this night, fer he kent mn a terri.
BILE mutterin', an once lie pulled ont
bag like he was goin' to pay his
losin's, but dropped it back arin' soft
teeth, an went on bettin' in his
mind.
"He stood thar fer mana an hour
when student like, list as Jim was bout
slip Their keerds, he hollered ont
Hold on . mint, Mr.. dealerp Jim
stopped, an everybody looked az Their
stranger. He scratched his head pow'r-
hard for a mint, then leaned over
ther table. his eyes fairly glitterin' as
be looked stiddy at Their box, an said
go onP
Jim slipped Their keerds. Their
nine spot lost an Their ace won. AS
here ace showed up ON top Their stran.
ger jist yanked off his hat. civ out n
Comanche yell, an begun to
lance up an down like mad. Their
boys thought he he'd gone crazy. shire
an two of EN- he'll him.
"What air you maxim SIGH a row
bout2' sed Jim Dixon, kind q mad.
why Student ! make . row?' hol-
cred Their stranger, when I list win
5000 on Their ace,
Fer o mint you cud hev 'heerd a
kiote walk, everything was SO still. an
hen ther boys begun to ketch on TO
her snap an grin. Jim Dixon ketched
IN. too, an he looked skeered, 1 tell
ron.
PSI lost q thousan' fore ever I win a