The weekly Floridian. [volume] (Tallahassee, Fla.) 1867-19??, 1885-09-10
The Rev. Mr.. Smith folded it twice and

The Rev. Mr. Smith folde0 IL Twice ano
stuck it behind his ear.
eff yo' feels bad, yo' kin look At it once
mo- befo' goin' home"
Still Mr.. Williams refused to retort, &C
the reverend banker counted out two
stacks and passed them over. Prof Brick
then had Q deal, in which everybody
passed, and jack pot was in order. Il
was opened on the fourth round by Mr..
Whites, who had three sevens, and lei
every one in for four blue chips Mr.
Williams seemed to hesitate about com
ing in, and after q moment of breathless
excitement Mr.. Gus johnson, who was
dealing. timidly inquired what he was
"Yo' shet up. Gusi' interrupted the
Rev. Mr.. Thankful Smith. "Yo' low.
flung niggahs dosn' understan' de Fifth.
aveyou style. Is's wulgah to hurry"
This fired Mr. Williams.
81 rise dat fo' dollahs," he said, wick.
edly.>
Prof. Brick and Mr.. Whites couldn't
get out fast CROUCH, but the Rev. Mr..
Thankful Smith drew out the old wallet
and began to shuck ont bills,
"Wha - whad yo' doin'?'y asked
Mr.. Williams, aghast at the sum dis
played.
"Pse gwine ter dynamite Jay Cool, i"
retorted the Rev. Mr.. Smith, counting
out his roll "I'se gwine ter buss Cy
Fiel an lift ole Vanderbilt outen he sal
vation," he continued, still showering
notes on the table; "I'm a razzlin' wifi
Wessen Union an crowdin' de Chemikle
bank" he supplemented, as he added
another pile-"I sees dat fe' dollahs an
| rises dat sixty tree"
With this he slammed the wallet down
with an energy that lifted Mr.. Whiffles
two feet from his chair, and favored Mr..
Williams with a stead y and penetrating
glo Ter. Prof. Brick tainted and Elder
Jubilee Anderson seemed on the verge of
catalepsy.
Mr.. Williams glanced at the pack in
Mr. Johnson's hand and slowly skinned
his cards as one in dream.
The following conversation then en-
sued:
"Yo' doan' rise dat sixty-tree ?''
Saint de money up?"
Rise dat sixty-tree
"Count dat DOODLE"
Rise dat sixty-tree
"The scads doan' lie.'
Mr.. Williams skinned his cards again.
"Kin / call for a sight 2" he inquired,
softly.
"Call for a beer" retorted his rev.
erend antagonist. "Dis amt no New
pote loo er Ssratogy bunko. Dis am
Pokah."
Then the Rev. Mr.. Smith glared at all
bands in way that challenged contra
diction.
"I calls" said MIR. 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 bocketbook with
silver initials and deposited three twen-
ties in the pot with IL blue chips. If a
stroke of lightning had descended the
paralysis of the party would not have
been more complete. Mr.. Gus johnson
was salmon-colored as he inquired how
many cards were wanted.
Mr.. Williams VIZ ed two.
The. Rev. Mr.. Smith said he would
play what he had. Then with burst of
ferocity he shook out the balance
of his wallet-$6.
Il rise dat fo'teen,' responded Mr.
Williams, languidly, lighting a cigar
ette.
The Rev. Mr.. Smith looked aghast
"I-I hain't got no mo-" he said.
"Yo'se got dat bill behine yo' yeah"
replied Mr.. Williams, "an' I'll take yo'
note fo' de ballans," he courteously
added.
The bill and the note were added to
the pot.
The Rev. Mr.. Smith was hoarse as he
asked:
Whadjer ketch,f"
Mr.. Williams spread down four jacks
and a six, took up the notes, cashed the
chips from the bills in the kitty box,
lighted fresh cigarette, flecked q speck
of ashes from his vest with the patchouly
handkerchief, whistled a bar from
"Nanon," caught his cane midway be-
tween the handle and ferrule, and ambled
out of the room. The silence was six
fathoms deep. Mr. Whites examined
Mr.. Williams hand. One jack was slight
ly chafed. The spot caught the Rev. Mr..
Smiths eye.
"Were dat keered in he ham befo' de
draw?" he inquired.
"No, sah," replied Mr.. johnson. "Dad
jack wild de sore back lay jess-jess on
top de pack wen yo' clipped loot dat
fust rise.
"Dat splains hit" said the Rev. Thank
full Smith. "Niggahs, hits yarly in the
evenin', bud hits high time fer me ter go
home. rse been buckin' de science fer
mon thutty var, an rse lows, bud Pse
never yit seen the luck stick to dude
niggah. An heah comes in wifi king
full agin scented moke wifi tree jacks,
an has $s2 wuff er tar knocked outen me
in one minnit by de blister on "a top
cyard. Go on an play penny limmick, !,
niggah, an be happy. Pse gwine home
an take up the fo'th chapter OBJ Job, and
club myself.
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