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

flung niggahs doan' unnerstan' de Fifth
aveyou style. It's wulgah ter hurry"
This fired Mr.. Williams. ST rise dat
TO- dollahs," he said, wickedly.
Prof. Brick and Mr.. Whites couldn't
get out fast enough, but the Rev. Mr..
Thankful Smith drew out the old wal
let and began to shuck out bills.
"Wha-whad yo' doin'?" asked Mr..
Williams, aghast ut the sumdisplayed.
'I'se gwine ter dynamite Jay Cool"
retorted the Rev. Mr.. Smith, counting
out his roll: Use gwine ter buss Cy
Fiel' an lift ole Vanderbilt outen he
salvation" he continued, still shower
ing notes on the table; Pm q razzlin'
wifi Wesson Union an crowdin' de
Chemikle Bank" he supplemented, as
he added another pile-"I sees dat TO-
dollahs AMI rises that sixty-tree.'
With this he slammed the wallet down
with an energy that lifted Mr.. Whites
two feet from his chair, and favored
Mr.. Williams with a steady and pene-
trating glover. 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 skin
ned his cards as one in a dream. The
following conversation then 5n5u5d
"Yo' doan' rise dat sixty-tree?"
"Ain't 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 fer a sight?" he inquired
softly.
3Call for a beer, " retortedh his antag-
onist. dis amt no Newpote loo er
Saratogy bunko. Dis am pokah."
Then the Rev. Mr.. Smith glared at all
hands in away that challenged contra
diction.
81 calls" said Mr.. Williams, quietly,
with another glance at the pack.
Then, while the room was sc 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 twelve blue
chips. IL a stroke of lightning had de-
scended 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 wantedtwo. The Rev.
Mr.. Smith said he would play what he
had. Then with a burst OF renewed
ferocity he shook out the balance of
his wallet-$6.
81 raise dat fo'teen," responded Mr..
Williams, languidly lighting a cigarette.
The Rev. Mr.. Smith looked aghast.
III haint got no mo-, 2 he said.
"'Yo'se got dat bill behime yo' yeah"
replied Mr.. Williams, 'san' I'll take
yo' note TO- de BALKANS" hecourteous-
ly added.
The bill and the note were added to
the pot. The Rev. Mr.. Smith vas
hoarse as he asked
tsWhadier ketch?"
Mr.. Williams spread ownfour jacks
and a six, took up the notes, cashed
the chips from the bills in the kitty
box, lighted a fresh cigarette, fieckeda
speck of ashes from his vest with the
patchouly handkerchief, whistled a
bar from "Nanon," caught his cane
midway between handle and ferrule,
and ambled out of the room. The
silence was six tathoms deep. Mr..
Whites examined Mr.. Williams hand.
One jack was slightly chafed. The
spot caught the Rev. Mr.. Smiths eye.
Were dat keerd in he han befo' de
drawn he inquired.
mo, sah," replied Mr.. Johnson.
dad jack wild de sore back lay jess
on top de pack wen yo' clipped
loot dat fust rise"
"Dat splains HIT said the Rev.
Thankful Smith. "Niggahs, hits yarly
in de evenin', bud hits high time fer
me ter 60 home. Use been buckin' de
science fer mon thutty var, an
Use he'd mo- hard camp-meetin'
speeunce dan de law lows, but Use
never yit see de luck stick to a dude
niggah. An heah / comes in wifi a
king full agin a scented moke wit
tree jacks, an has e~ighty-two dollahs'
wuff er tar knocked outen me in one
minnit by de blister on a top cyard.
Go on an play penny limmick, Mig
gahs, an be happy. Use gvine home
an take up de fo'th chapter of job
an club myse'i.v