Morris tribune., 1886-10-06

to O. more comfortable position, anC
was rapidly falling into coma agar
when the Rev. Thankful Smith deliv
cred him searching kick beneath the
table which restored his conscious
ness.
"Whad yo' dom wifi de jaCker
Toot?" he sweetly asked.
Mr.. Williams slowly skinned his
hand. He really saw six aces, but g
long experience with optical delusions
under similar circumstances enabled
him to know that only three of them
were real. He skinned them over sew
eral times, looked at the pot, and
then flourished the financial package
in Professor Bricks face, and said:
"Lemme TO- stacks"
Inspired with confidence by the
package, the Professor passed over
four stacks of chips, and Mr.
Williams promptly raised the
pot So. Everybody came
in. The Rev. Thankful Smith did
not raise, for fear of possibly driving
Mr.. Williams out. Likewise he Gun,
ming y resolved to discard his ace and
delude Mr.. Williams into the belief
that he had two pair. Professor Brick
proceeded to help the gentlemen. Ell
der Jubilee Anderson and Mr.. Gus
Johnson drew three cards each. Mr..
Cyanide Whites had made q mistake
in his hand and took five. The Elder
Whites wanted one In his nervous
ness the Professor dropped the balance
of the cards face up on the table. The
elder Whites saw neither of the cards
he wanted, and took advantage OF
the situation to demand new shuttle,
and the Rev. Thankful Smith suggest
ed that the discards be added. This
was done, and, after an elaborate mix
and cut, the deal proceeded. The ell
der Whites got another jack, which
made him full. Mr. Williams took two
cards drowsily and fell asleep with
out looking at them. The Rev. Thank
full Smith drew one card in place of the
discarded one, and reviewed his four
kings with great satisfaction. PROBES.
sor Brick captured a third nine and a
pair of Fights.
The scene which followed had no
precedent in the clubs history Mr..
Gus Johnson opened the battle with
half q stack, and Elder Jubilee Ander-
son promptly raised him 81. Mr.
Cyanide Whites climbed over that,
the elder Whites gave it another
raise, the Rev. Thankful Smith
bounced the Elder and was lifted in
turn by Professor Brick. The betting
ran around asecond time, the pot was
tremendous, and yet there was no
sign of call. On the third round Mr.
Gus Johnson's new hat and old watch
were inserted as collateral, Elder Jul
bilee Anderson's gold-headed cane was
added, and the senior Whites had
stripped himself to his boots to give O.
last raise. At this exciting juncture
Mr.. Williams, who in the furry had
been completely overlooked, gave a
terrific snore and awoke.
"Who rised dat jacker?" he inquir-
ed. "Pears like de junk-shop round
de corner hez broke loose" he added.
The Rev. Thankful Smith benevo-
lently explained that the bets now
amounted to sixty eight dollars each
in cash, clothing and jewelry, and that
Mr.. Williams might call if he saw fit.
Mr.. Williams skinned his cards care
fully. Then he said in tone which
made Mr.. Gus Johnson's teeth chat
ter:
II sees dat sixty-eight, an Iswole
dat pot thutty-fo' dollahs."
The Rev. Thankful Smith smiled,
but said nothing.
"Does yo' call it?" inquired Mr..
Williams.
"Dis haint no cyclone hand" said
the reverend gentleman. "Wese not
playin' fer wind, loot"
Mr.. Williams's response was to
flourish the big package, jam it into
Professor Bricks vest pocket, where
it was in plain sight, and yell:
Il rises dat thutty-fo' dollahs.
There was a moment ofprofound 81
lence. Professor Brick threw up his
hand with sigh. The Rev. Thank
full Smith would have raised, but had
just enough to call, including his spec.
tacles. Messrs. Gus. Johnson and
Cyanide Whites fled. The senior
Whites and Elder Jubilee Anderson
added the balance of their wardrobes
to the pot and demanded sight. A
showdown was in order. First, with
q whoop of triumph, the Rev. Thank
full Smith laid down his four kings,
then leaned back with a satirical
smile, picked his teeth with Mr.. Gus.
Johnson's pen-knife, and winked at
Professor Brick who kept a tight grip
on Mr.. Williams's wad. The senior
M t.
laid down their hands with a groan.
All eyes were centred on Mr.. Williams.
"What yo' muslin yo'se'f wif, Toot?"
inquired the Rev. Thankful Smith.
cam fo' kings good in dis tuzzle? |
reckon dey is, fer had an ace beto'
de draw" he cheerfully added.
"'N yo' discyarded dat ace?" asked
Mr.. Williams.
"Jess fer fun, Toot-jess-jess fer
fun, | discyarded de ace."
"'N de discyards was shuffied into
de pack in de draw" inquired Mr..
blandly, of Professor Brick.
The professor nodded.
dad splains it," said Mr.. Williams,
leaning back and smiling in turn at
his reverend antagonist. I
'Wha-whad yo' mean, Toot?'
zasped the Rev. Thankful Smith.
Mr. Williams slowly laid down This
original three aces. 81 cotched desc
bullets befo' de draw" he said; N
Jess fer fun yo' done d1scyard
lie other, n jess fer fun I
done cotch it in de draw Here he
aid down the fourth exc. The Rev.
Smith tainted. Mr.. Will.
ANS hummed tune, counted up the
pot, cashed the chips from the box,
made bundle of the5 clothing, put the
watch, spectacles, and plated chain
N his coat-tail POCKET. adjusted Mr..
Gus Inhnsnn,s new Int over his left