The Grenada gazette. (Grenada, Miss.) 1885-18??, 1886-03-20

luck can be ~systemized and reduced t.
certain rules. It is an old axiom among
professionals that when a man once
gets this idea firmly ground in his head
he will die a pauper. He differs very
much from another man. With this
one it is tragic. He is Of a highly nerv.
GUS temperament, a painter by profes-
sion, and the head of a family of con-
siderable proportions. If it were no,
for his play, they might all live in com.
fort, if not in luxury; but his gambling
instincts keep him forever in debt. l
saw him come into q gambling-house
three years ago, with q crisp hundred
dollar bill, which he had just got for
painting a portrait. II did it in three
Sundays. he said: ''my wife thought
l was out walking, and the money you
see is all my own" He was in such a
hurry to get to the faro table that he
could scarcely keep from trembling.
| Without a moments hesitation he took
the most desperate of chances, planked
down his whole fortune on a single
card, and called the turn on the queen.
This was a high play, and the company
disregarded their own bets, and glanced
toward the owner of the one hundred
dollar bill. He won. The dealer paid
him a great deal of money in small
bills. He swept the pile into his hat
it nearly filled %it-jammed the hat on
his head, and rushed violently out OF
the room. No more fragrant disregard
Of the rules of etiquette among gam.
blers could be exhibited. A man who
makes a big winning from a house
is expected to play a little of it care
lessly before he leaves, or at least to set
up the wine and cigars for everybody
in the room and toss a few dollars to
the walters. To rush away as though
he simply wanted to get the money out
Of the house, and not give the house
any chance to win again, stamps q
player as knowing nothing Of the rules
that govern the manners of polite
gamblers. So, when the painter
dashed out there were one or two satir-
ical EXPLANATIONS. Within an hour the
player was back there, lost every thing
he had won. the one hundred dollar
bill, besides, and had given his check
for three hundred and sixty dollars.
He said aftcrward: ] shall never in my
life forget the struggle l had as 1 bur
ried down Fifth avenue with that mon
ey in my hat. l had made upmy mind
on the spur of the moment, as 1 got
out of the clubhouse, to rush home
it, throw it in my wife's lap and
tell her to keep it from me. Igot to
my door-steps, and l couldn't get up
to the door to a V my life. I was drip
ping wet from exertion and anxiety,
and l walked around the block with
GOODNESS, hoping to come back
again more composed. In that tour
'round the block every story of great
winnings by gamblers that l had ever
heard flashed through my mind. The
tale of how Jack Haverly
vent into a Buffalo faro bank with a
wo-dollar bill and came outwith four
cen thousand dollars in cash, went
through my mind. The more
thought of it the faster l walked, and
didn't come to my senses until l had
umped hurriedly ahead of a team of
that had almost run me down.
That brought me to my senses, and
where do you think l was? Fourteen
from home, and at the very
loor of the gambling-house in which l
lad won the money. l knew just az
veil that it was no use for me to try
nd get away as you know that it is
impossible for you to defy the law of
Y. Cor. Boston Her.
Id.