The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1885-10-23
rhe Thompson street Poker Club.

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Mr.. Thankful Smith, who disappeared
from mortal gaze last May with other
Trustees of a Hoboken picnic, was en-
Enthusiastically welcomed and called to
the chair. He said he had found cat
fishing in the Adirondacks all that
could be desired, and with this expla-
nation of his absence proceeded to
count out the chips. The hospitali-
ties of the club had been extended to
Mr.. Gus Johnson's uncle, who had re-
Gently held q lucky s~ixteenthin the Ha-
vana, but it was gloomily explained
that as that magnate had visited the
Zion'sfestival early in the day it would
be necessary to send a shutter or 9th
er conveyance for him, and probably
provide him with a bed until midnight
at least. There being a bylaw in the
constitution, made at the instance of
the landlord and the roundsman who
f%requented the vicinity, that the club
should adjourn at / An. precisely, the
visit of Mr.. Johnson's opulent relative
was reluctantly postponed, and the
members cut for deal.
Prof. Brick startled the club by TAX
ing a pot. The Secretary made min
ute of the achievement. and the Pro-
lessor begged that he might be allow
ed to withdraw his resignation, which
had been under consideration since
March. The game then proceeded,
with a steady two-pair stakefavoring
Mr.. Cyanide Whifies, and a series of
bobtails rapidly demoralizing the
Chair, when the door softly opened
and a Whit of patchouly and Mr..
Tooter Williams entered together.
His appearance vas such as to dazzle
Mr.. johnson and make eventhe Elder
Jubilee Anderson proud to be able to
bow to him; but the Rev. Mr.. Thank
full Smith merely pulled his hat lower
over his eyes, and requested Prof.
Brick, who sat next to the dealer, to
wake up and ante. 3
Mr.. Williams leaned elegantly
against the mantel, and holding his
cigar in such q way as to show hisnew
topaz ringto advantage, diffused more
patchouly by daintily hecking dust
from his patent feathers with his
handkerchief.
The Rev. Mr.. Smith shifted once or
twice, made an irrevelant remark
about sewer gas, and asked Nh. John
son to please open the transom. Then
he gave way to a furious riot of chips
which frigh :ened Mr.. Whites three
kings out of the country.
"Whadjer playin'?" inquired Mr..
Williams, languidly comparing his
brilliant time-keeper with the club
clock.
"Pokah," said the Rev. Mr.. Smith,
who was dealing. ..We'se tryin' to
play pokah," he added, can eff Brer
Anderson I'll quit lookin' at yo' two
dollah stem-windin' buggler alarm, an
ante we'll git dar."
The hand was played in silence, and
when the reverend gentleman drew in
the pot with two bow-legged Jacks only
the labored breathing OF Mr.. Johnson
broke thehush.
Mr.. Williams pocketed the watch,
thoughtfully picked his teeth for a few
minutes, blew a contemplative cloud
toward the ceiling, and then drew out
a yellow pocketbook, ostensibly to
polish the silver initials ~glittering in
the corner.
"Whad am de limmick?" he in
CURED sweetly.
NDe limmick," replied the Rev. Mr..
Smith, as sponsor for the party, "de
limmick am whad a genelman keers
to blow in. Bud dis amt no cyclone
game. " he added.
"Wha-whad am a cyclone gamer"
asked Mr.. Williams.
IgDlox,j ~ x1saI ~ raay1snI fhn
Rev. Mr.. Smith, giving the cards
q double cut, it being Mr.. Whit
1es' deal. He then proce eded
to fail for the nineteenth time
to fill his flush, and as Mr..
Johnson drew in the pot, Mr.. Williams
seemed to be inspired with a thought.
"Kin / come in?v he asked, beam
ing on the Elder Jubilee Johnson,
who had just lost two dollars.
Gently" said the Rev. Mr.. Thank
full Smith, taking off his coat and pre-
pairing for business. "Duss off dat
cheer TO- de genelman, Cyl he said To
Mr.. Whites, "an'efGus quits smokin'
dat punk, an de Perfessern blow his
breff lords de do, we'll git mo- wen-
tillation. Pears like a polecat's
broke loose roun' hyar!"
This last shot at the patchouly net
tied Mr.. Williams, and the obsequous
with which Mr.. Whites dust
ed a chair for him failed to please, but
he depressed his feelings, sat down and
tossed a new five-dollar bill to the Rev.
Nh. Smith, who was banking as usual.
That gentleman adjusted his specta-
cles, critically examined the bill, wet
his fingers and tried its smoothness,
andthen inquired:
"Yo' kissed dat bill good-bye?"
Mr.. Williams said nothing. The
Rev. Mr.. Smith folded it twice and
stuck it behind his ear.
IF yo' feels bad, yo' kin look at it
once mo- befo' goin home"
Still Mr.. Williams refused to retort,
so the reverend banker counted out