The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1884-03-04

is with int rest. and he counted out
l,500. Every dollar / ok away
with me has brought ME 81 800 in
return. If you ever get hard up, 1t
me know, aud I'll help you out
again.
The Hoboksn Barber at the
Thompson Street Poker Club.
Life.
Mr.. Cyanide Whiffies. for moderate
percentage, had volunteered 70 steer
his brother-in law against the game,
and. TO use technical expression,
blow him I'm for all he was worth. The
gentleman III question was HobOken
barber with steady Income, a total
ignorance of draw-poker, a child-like
confidence and other advantages of
mind and person which impressed
Mr. Tooter Williams favorably.
the Rev. Mr.. Smith Instructed the
neophvte in those fundamental princi-
pies known as coming In straddling,
rising, and sweetnin' de jacker, and
by tacit consent he was allowed TO
win some small successive pots and
thus got himself in glorious humor.
Then Mr.. Williams wlnked at Mr..
Gus johnson, and that gentleman
dealt.
Mr.. Williams had straddIed the
blind and the Rev. Mr.. Smith strad-
died him. All came IN, and drew
three cards apiece except the stranger.
Mr. Highland Dilsev, who only want
ed one. Mr.. Williams bet dollar.
Mr. Smith raised him two.
Professor Brick called, as did also
Mr.. Whiffles. All eyes were upon
Mr. Dilsey. and the silence was so
profound that Mr.. johnson could hear
his hair grow.
Does yo' ieSs-iess call, INSTALL
Dil<ey. INQUIRED Mr.. Williams with
sweet smile, or does yo' rise it?
Mr.. DilSev passed his cards in re-
view, hesitated, and said
Kin rise it E?
Certainly, replied Mr.. Williams,
who had great deal of benevolence
and also three kings.
Rae ii all vo' want.
Thus encouraged. Mr.. DilSey raised
the pot six dollars. Everybody
breathed hard with suppressed excite
ment, and Mr.. Johnson's eyes might
have served for "a hat rack. Mr vii
Iiams raised hack and Smith raised
him. The others according to the
agreement, fed.
Dilsey called. Whad you got to
beat two par ? he inquired.
Issev'ral hig, fat Kings any good ,
asked Mr.. Williams. kindly. Kin
spade fisk, queen high, do muffin ?
queried the Rev. Mr.. Smith.
ShOme up. said Mr.. DiIsey, appsr-
entity nursing his left foot.
Mr.. Williams unfnldeu his private
Collection of royalty, and Mr.. Smith
exhibited panorama of spades which
reflected great credit upou Mr.. John
sons dealing.
Ise sorry, Mistah Dilsey, observed
Mr.. Williams.
Dar's de way wifi cyards. remarked
the Rev. MIR. Smith, sententiously.
Gamhlin's Uncertain.
Mr.. Dilsey spoke not, but began to
count up the pot.
Wha-whsd YOU dom wifi de spon-
dies asked Mr.. Williams.
Lego my pot COMMANDED Mr..
Smith.
DiIsey coolly rolled up the bills
and inserted them in an abyss under
his vest, and then swept the copPers
and Mr. Wheffies' plated watch chain
into his pocket
Look hvar, niggahs, ne said in a
tone which made Mr.. johnson feel
like refrigerator, Use from Hoboken.
and Use l'arhah. When a Hoboken
harbah comes ter Thoms'n street, he
carries his profession wifi him I'Se got
hoie moot legs and hip pocket full er
de implements of de craft. Go' hear
me2
All signified by silence that they
heard. Then Mr.. Di:sey laid down
three Jacks and pair of skies, ami
eddy iammed Mr. WHITES hat down
over his eyes and quilted the room.
! he club SAT- stricken .or three min
utes. Then tie door slowly reopeued
and Mr.. DiIsey's voice sounded sepul
chrally:
Oar Is no sukahs III Hnb0keu.
With that, he vanish. IL.
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