St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1888-12-17
The Club at Long Branch,
/ and the People Who
Play.
Big Pills Cottages and His
Wife's Private
Chapel.
Gambler Suydam's Big VIM
nings at a Single
Sitting.

resort, and has read with interest the
story of the bold attempt to rob. and
perhaps murder, the prosperous gam
bier last week in "A Fourth avenue fiat.
Ii the bullet that ploughed through his
scalp had changed its course hairs
breadth, Phil DAILY would not have
lived to tell the story of his experience
with the "badger game" In that event
it is very probable that the famods
gambling parioIs at the Branch would
have been closed, and one of the great
est attractions at the watering place
would have lived only in the memory
OF those who have sat around his card
tables The first thing one who goes
TO LONG BRANCH
in the summer is shown is the Pennsyl-
vania club, the most gorgeous gambling
house in this country. Just as visitors
to the metropolis are conducted to the
Stewart mansion or Central park, so
those who go to the famous seaside re-
sort are taken down to where the flag
floats above Phil Days temple of
fortune. Regularly every summer the
newspaper correspondents startle their
country readers with thrilling tales Of
ladies who push their stacks of checks
here and there on the tables, and quite
as regularly every season the Law and
Order League of the Branch asserts
that the Pennsylvania club must be
swept into the sea. But the club house
still stands, and next season around the
tables will be seen the ladies who in
winter months preside at tables in
church fairs in the cause of charity.
Fortunes have been won and lost in
this American Baden-Baden, and many
more thousands will pass into
THE CASHIERS DRAWER
before the whirr of the roulette wheels
stilled. 1t is hardly the time of the year
to paint the summer glOrieS of the
Pennsylvania club. Its doors are
closed and the players are scattered
over the country. Imagine. however,
that the months have gone wrong, and.
instead of reading this Sunday World
before CRATE fire, you were StrOlling
along the beach at Long Branch with
the summer sun tanning your cheeks
and q breeze from the sea blowing fresh
strength through your system. You
might perhaps wander down near the
West End hotel, and just opposite you
would see the Pennsylvania club. From
the pole on the cupola streams long
red banner, with the name OF the club
inscribed upon it. The white-painted
three-story frame structure rises out OF
a bed of flowers, and through the spray
from the fountains you perceive the
lOunger on the yaranda. The gardener
and the architect have worked hand in
hand here. Gravel walks run in and
out among palmer beds, with borders of
understanding shrubs. The spray from
the fountains flashes in the sunshine,
and around and over all are the odors of
TROPICAL PLANTS.
The club house Is prettily and pro-
fusely decorated. and you conclude as
you approach that Mrs. Chance has
selected most beautiful spot for her
summer home. On the veranda you
perceive tall, strapping-built man
dressed in loose white flannel. His face
shows shreWdnesS, determination and a
mind quick to think and act. He wears
big diamond in his shirt front. He is
the master hand that governs all-Phil
DAILY. The woman reclining in the easy
chair, tapping the floor with her daintilv
Slippered feet, is Mrs. Howard, cashier
of the Pennsylvania club. She is tall,
handsome woman, whose face tells you
at once that the song the sea sings and
the tales the lover spins in the moon
light have no charms for her. She has
gone beyond the age of summer-day
Sentiment, and is purely and wholly
business woman. Later on she will
arise from her easy chair and those
taper fingers will count out bank bills,
won or lost at the games. so deity that
the bank clerk watching her will weep
over his inability to rival her.
Mrs. Howard is indeed character of
Long Branch. Many rich lady from
the city has looked upon her in awe,
and many a wealthy gentleman in adj
miration, as she cashed the checks or
handed out the little fortunes.
You enter the carpeted hallway of the
club and hear for the first time the
CLICK OF THE CHECKS
and the whirr of the ball as 1t shoots
around the roulette wheel. On one side
are the gambling rooms and on the other
the well-appointed restaurant. One
never eats before one CANDLES. That is
too slow, but an hour hence you will
probably be one OF those sitting before
a substantial meal and wondering why
in the name OF creation you didn't
knock the cooper" off your last pile.
Almost everyone CANDLES a little who
goes to Long Branch in the summer. 1t
is part of ones vacation, and If never
again, at least to-day, you Will be on
par with and move in the same gilded
circles as the darlings of society.
The door on the right of the hall opens
nOiselessly and you enter large and
magnifcently furnished apartment, The
soft carpet deadens the Sound of your
footsteps, the draperies at the windows
are of the finest and sOftest silk. the
walls are of LincruSta Walton, and the
ceilings must have cost fortune to
fresco in the elaborate manner which
wins your admiration. Some people
gamble in the afternoon. but it Is night
that YOU see the tiger at his best, and
then it is that the jungle is most allur
ing.
There at the faro table the young
lady who has been spending the morn
ing in an idle Irritation at the Elberon
is now engaged in much more serious
Irritation with fortune. She opens
silken purse and places
TWO TEN-DoLI-AR BILLS
in front of the dealer. 1.-Two stacks?"
that gentleman asks, politely, as he
shoveS the worries within her reach.
She does not answer. but, gathering
them carefully together. begins to think,
and think hard. Then. very. slowly.
she sheves one pile across on the seven
and the other on the jack. The dealer
deals. Three minutes of mental ex-
element and the pile on the seven has
disappeared She draws in he breath
and loosens the lace at her throat. Two
minutes more. THANK heavenw the
tair player murmurs, ''the jack WINS
and then. as though dreaming of the
morning hours, she murmurs again. Il
knew Jack would be true to me-" Five
minutes later the pretty player arises
from the table. Her purseis chock full
of bills. She is winner. She has
shit, the bank hard. but she cannot de-
Law longer. She must hurry back and
meet the committee on the ameiioration
of the colored race in Africa, which is to
hold a session in the afternoon. Some
steep winnings have been made IN the
Pennsylvania club. Here is truthful
story of one mans luck: About Q O'Clock
one evening last August delicate look
ing young fellow who appeared to be
abolJt nineteen wears of age sat down at