Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1885-09-05
rHE rHOMPsoN.sr. POKER CLUB.
The Rev. Mr.. Thank ful Smith Has q
brush with MI. TOOter Williams-A
Bltstered Jack MAX es Trouble.

| ASH0Sm Win IOOtef
biistered Jack Makes Trouble.
| From the New York Times
| Last Saturday evening the Thompson Street
foker club held its first regular meeting OF the
| season. The Rev. Mr.. Thankful Smith, VINO
| disappeared from mortal gaze last May Win
| otner trustees OF Hoboken picnic, was en-
| Enthusiastically welcomed and called to the chair
| He said he had found catfishing in the Adiron-
oacks all that could be desired, and with this
| explanation of his absence proceeded to count
Out the chips. The Inequalities of the club had
| been extended to Mr.. Gus Johnson's uncle, who
had recently held lucky sixteenth in the
Havana, but 1T was glOomily explained that as
that magnate had visited the lions festival
early in the day it would be necessary to send
shutter or other conveyance for him, ana
probably provide him with a bed until mid
night at least. There being a bylaw in the con,
stitntion, made at the instance of the landlord
| ana the rOundsman who frequented the V1cln-
| lty, that the club should adjourn at a. m. pre-
cisely. the visit of Mr.. Johnson's opu!ent rela-
i've i've was reluctantly postponed and the MEM
-, Prof Brick started the club by. taking a pot.
I OF h sae he night
| be allowed to withdraw his resignation, which
| mad been under consideration since March. The
game then proceeded with q steady twO-pa1r
| streak favOring Mr.. Cyanide WHITES and "a Sc
rles OF b0btails rapidly demoralizing the CHAIR;
ane dGos s1ty opsned ana %a
| gether.
| His appearance was such as to dazzle Mr..
Johnson and make even the Elder Jubilee An
derson proud to be able to bow to him; but the
rev. Mr.. Thankful Smith merely pulled his hat
lower over his eyes and requested Prof. Brick,
who sat next to the dealer, to wake up and
ante.
Mr.. Williams leaned elegantly against the
mantel, and holding his cigar in such u way as
to show his new topaz ring to advantage, diff
fused more patchouly by daintily 1lecking dust
from his patent feathers with his handkerchief
Svif In cniff a6 W leo
made an irrelevant remark about sewer gas
and asked Mr.. johnson to please open the tran
wheh ne Sas Mr. fGs three
kings out OF the country.
"Whadjer playins" inquired Mr.. Williams,
ia Ia, comparing his brilliant timekeeper
"Pokah," said the Rev. Mr.. Smith, who was
eff BFer Su at
ante, We'll git dar.'
reverend gentleman drew in the pot with two
bow-legged jacks, only the labored breathing OF
Mr. Johnson broke the hush.
Mr.. Williams pOcketed the watch, thought
fully picked his teeth for few minutes, blew a
contemplating cloud toward the ceiling, and
then drew out q yellow pocketbook, ostensibly
to polish the silver initials glittering in the
corner.
"Whad am de limmick?" he inquired sweetly.
sponsor for the party, "de iimmiek am whad a
genelman keers:ter blow in. Bud dis amt no
cyclone game, he added.
"Wha-whad am cyclone gamer" asked Mr..
Williams.
"Playin on wind,' replied the Rev. Mr..
Mr. Whliies' deal. He then proceeded to fail
for the nineteenth time to fill his flush. and as
MIR. johnson drew in the pot Mr.. Williams
kin l come in?' he asked. beaming on the
Elder Jubilee Anderson, who had just lost two
dollars.
.Cernly,' said the Rev. Mr.. Thankful Smith,
taking OF his coat and preparing for business.
.'nuss off dat cheer fo' de genelman, Cyl he
said to Mr.. Whi1fies, "an' eff Gus quits smokin
dat punk. an de Perfesser II blow his bref lords
de do, We'll git mo- ventilation Pears like
poIecats broke loose roun' hyar."
Williams, and the ObsequiOus manner with
which Mr.. Whiffles busted chair for him failed
to please; but he depressed his feelings, sat
Rev. Mr. Smith, who was banking rs usual.
That gentleman adjusted his spectaces, crti-
caly examined the bill, wet his fingers and
tried its smoothness, and then inquired:
.Io' 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-
Still Mr.. Williams refused to retort, so the
reverend banker counted out two stacks and
passed them over. Prof. Brick then had IL deal,
In which everybody passed, and Il jack pot was
in order. 1t was opened on the fourth round by
Mr.. Whites, who had three sevens, and let
every one in for four blue chips Mr. Williams
seemed to hesitate about coming in. and after a
| moment of breathless excitement Mr. Gus
johnson, who was dealing, timidly inquired
"Yo' shet up, Gus!' interrupted the Rev. Mr.
Thankful Smith. 'YO' low-fung niggars doan'
unnerstan' de Fifth-aveyou style. It's wulgah
ter hurry"
This fired Mr.. Williams. ~ rise dat to- dol
lahs," be said wickedly.
Prof Brick and Mr.; Whites couldn't get out
fast enough, but the Rev. Mr. Thankful Smith
drew out the old wallet and began to shuck out
..Wha-whad WI, doino,, os1<ad Mr. xU;,,;o,,.
aghast at the sum displayed.
Use swine ter dynamite Jay Cool" retorted
gwine to buss Cy Fier an Tiff ole Vanderbilt
outen he salvation. he continued, still shower
ing notes on the table; I'm Il razzlin' wifi Wes-
sen Union an crOwdin de Chemikle Bank" he
supplemented, as he added another pile-.I
sees dat TO dolahs an | rises dat sixty-tree."
energy that lifted Mr.. Whitiies two feet ti from
his chair, and favored Mr. Williams with a
steady and genetTaiins glover. Prof: Brick
the verge OF catalepsy.
Mr. Williams glanced at the pack in Mr.
Johnsons hand hand and slowly skinned his cards
then ensued:
"Yo' doan' rise dat sixty-trees"
"Ain't de money up?"
Rise dat srty-tree2''
''COunt dat DOODLE"
"RiSe dat sixty-tree?"
1.-THE scadS doan lie.'
Mr. Williams skinned his cards again. "Kin
call FOR sight?" he inquired softly.
'.Cttil lOT u Deer, retOrteQ his reverend ant0g-
Onist. DIS amt no NewpOte loo Saratogy
bunkO. Dis am pOkah" Then the Rev. Mr..
Smith glared at all hands in a way that chal-
lenged contradiction.
II calls said Mr.. Williams quietly, with
another glance at the pack Then while the
room was SO still that Mr.. Whites could hear
his hair grow, he drew out the yellow pocket
book with silver initials and deposited three
twenties in the pot with II blue chips If a
stroke of lightning had descended the paralysis
OF the party would not have been more com
piete. Mr.. Gus johnson was salmOn-colored as
he inquired how many cards were wanted.
Mr. Williams wanted two. The Rev. Mr.
Smith said he would play what he had. Then
with q burst of renewed ferOcity he shook out
the balance of his wallet-six dollars.
81 rise dat 10 teen" responded Mr.. Williams
languidly lighting cigarette. The Rev. Mr.
Smith looked aghast
III haint got no mo-" he said
Yo'se got dat bill behfme yo yeah," replied
lans," he cOurteOusly added.
The bill and the note were added to the not
The Rev. Mr.. Smith was hoarse as he asked
Nv hadjer ketch?"
Mr.. Williams spread down four Jacks and a
SIX, TOOK up the notes, cashed the chips from
the bills in the kitty box lighted a fresh ciga-
rette, necked a speck of ashes from his vest
with the patchouiy handkerchief, whistled q
bar from "Nanon, caught his cane midway be-
tween handle and ferrule, and ambled out of
the room The silence was six fathoms deep.
M Whiffies examined Mr.. Williams hand
One jack was slightly chafed. The spot caught
the Rev. Mr.. Smiths eye.
he inquired.
mo, sah," replied Mr.. johnson. "Dad Jack
wild de sore back lay ,jess-jess on top de pack