The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1884-04-02

The planter himsoll now took two
chances, and he was followed by his
three fellow-players, who each took one
chance more. Finally, three more
chances were taken by the spectators,
when the planter cried out, 1.-TWO chances
still, gentlemen2 Who will have them2
General K whispered something in
Judge J--'s ear, and then went to the
table and laid two ten-dollar gold pieces
on it, "Name, sir, please" "Never
mind the name. Put it down for the
woman" "Eh-whatl for the girl her
selfp eyes, certainly, let's give her
chance" "All right! One for Ninette.
And now"-"Thats for the boy" said
Judge j, quietly, as he laid twenty
dollars on the table. "Goodl bravol
5nvow cried the planter and several of
! the bystanders One Tor Tommy,
which makes the thirty. Now, gentle
men, let's see whom luck favors." The
dice were brought, and the throwing be-
gan. Each chance entitled the holder to
three throws. Thirty-six was the high
est thrown until the holder of the
| eleventh chance threw. He scored forty
two. Then less number was thrown,
until No. 81 scored forty-nine. The ex-
citement now became intense. Forty
nine was hard to beat; the highest throw
possible being nine siXes-fifty-four.
Again and again the dice ratified in the
box, until it came to No. 30. 4."Come,
Ninette; it is your turn nowW AS the
poor woman came forward, her hands
crossed and pressed convulsively
against her breast, it was truly
painful to witness her agitation. "Won't
the gentleman who took the chance for
me please throw 2" she asked, in low,
tremulous tone. "No; let your boy
throw" replied the gentleman; "per
haps he would have more luck than l."
"Come, Tom," said the planter. e Tom
came forward and picked up the box.
The woman pressed her lips firmly to-
gether, and clasped her hands as if in
prayer. The boy trembled like an aspen
leaf, but shook the dice, and threw
three. For moment he stared at the
dice as though he could not believe his
eyes, then he put down the box and
stepped back, pale and detected. "Come,
Tommy, throw again, urged the planter.
It's no use, master; couldn't throw
forty-nine now." every true, but you
have your own chance. Throw that. :"
Certainly" said Judge j. "That
one was your mothers. Now throw for
yourself on the chance gave you. Have
a stout heart, my boy, and may heaven
smile on you" Again the boy returned
to the table, and took up the box. He
pressed his lips together, and did his
best to control his trembling limbs. Not
n sound was to be heard in the saloon
but the rattling of the dice. For a
moment every man seemed to hold his
breath. He threw. "Two fives and a
six-sixteen, said the planter, putting
down the number while murmur
of satisfaction ran through the crowd.
One of the bystanders gathered up the
dice and put them in the box, and the
boy threw again. 1.-TWO skies and a
five-seventeen. The excitement now
knew no bounds, and the braves"
resounded on every hand. The boy, as
he took up the box to throw for the
third and last time, was as nearly color
less as it was possible for him to be with
his yellow skin. Out rolled the dice and
up came three skies, which made fifty-one.
Tommy, my boy, congratulate you, "
cried the planter "You are your own
and your mothers master! Fill up the
necessary papers, captain, and l will sign
them. These gentlemen will be the wit
nesses."
will not attempt to describe the
scene that followed. In the general
satisfaction, one of the men in the crowd
proposed a subscription for the freed
negroes. The proposition was received
with such favor that in less than five
minutes fifty dollars were collected.