The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1888-06-25


Gooding seated themselves at the table and
the game began. Many thousand dollars in
gold dust was staked on the game and the
fight was hot one. The bets were made in
shining gold dust, measured in the metallic
cap of pocket flask
All that night and through the next day
the men battled for each others wealth and
Goodings usual luck attended him, and he
gradually swept Trevit's dust over to his
side of the table, After "a hours of hard
playing to recover his lost money without
avail, Trevit at last staked his last capful of
dust and saw it raked III by Gooding.
BLUsHING ROSE PUT UP.
you've beat me-" he said sullenly to
Gooding.
Couldn't help it, Trevit," replied Good
ing; II had to play the cards what cum to
me.n
I've got the grit to keep at yer, but l
hain't got dollar left" said Trevit.
Gooding smiled complacently as he show
eled the shining dust into the leather
pouches. He had won upward of $4,000,
and a peculiar sparkle came into his eyes as
he tied up the last bag.
"Trevit." said he, that's mighty purity
Indian gal you picked up fur or wife"
Amt finer-lookin' gal on the reserva-
ton, " replied Trevit, with an air of pride.
'rll tell you what I'll do" continued
Gooding, filling his pipe.
"Drive ahead said Trevit, pulling his
hat down over his eyes and looking with a
half-defiant air at his opponent
You know that prospect made last fall
up in Cinnamon canyonn
"Yess."
''She's liable to pan out big"
$50 hyar."
well 1revit, it's a purity tough stab ter
make, but I'll stake that claim against your
squaw wife an draw cards for the winnin'
hand, and some outside Teller must shuttle
the cards SO nary one of us will hev the ad-
vantage"
I'll play yer, d-n yer, I'll play yer"
yelled Trevit, glaring at Gooding; yer
think yer'll win all I've got, even to my
wife, but I'll show yer that yer can't"
THE INDIAN MAIDEN CUTS THE CARDS.
The cards were shuffied by blind hang
er-on at the camp, whose eyes had been
blown out by a blast in the mines a few
month before, and a member Of the party
was dispatched for Trevit's wife. A few
moments later she came into the room,
pressing her way through the crowd. She
went to the table and looked down on her
husband.
Rose" said he, 81 want yer to cut them
keerds an d-n yer, cut 'em deep for luck.
Unconscious that she was a part of the
prize at stake, the beautiful squaw reached
over, separated the cards, dropped them on
the table and left the room.
"Now draw said Trevit, gritting his
teeth and looking at Gooding.
COOLING STRIKES FOR FLUSH.
With smile Gooding drew a card from
the pack and turned its face up on the table.
1t was the queen of hearts. Trevit drew
the deuce of spades.
81 couldn't hev got much lower" he NUT
tered between his clenched teeth as he
dropped the card.
Gooding next picked up the king of hearts
and laid it beside the queen. Trevit
scowled ominously when he took from the
pack the five spot of clubs. Gooding's next
card was the jack of hearts.
"Goin' fur or flush, amt YEP Kissed Ire
Wit, as he pulled off the tray of spades.
Gooding was jubilant. He believed his
usual luck to be with him, and his spirits did
not droop as he took the ten-spot of hearts
from the pack.
Trevitt3, face grew livid with suppressed
rage as the knave of diamonds looked up
into his face from beside the deuce and
tray. The cards to decide the winner were
now to be drawn, and excitement ran high.
Side bets of enormous amounts were made
and, in anticipation of an easy victory,
Gooding treated the crowd to the best
whisky IN the mouse. lreVlG WAS HlIlu
His broad shoulders shook as he struggled
to keep his rage within bonds
THE FINAL DRAW.
Hurry up an settle it," he said huskily:
IAN right, Trevit." said Gooding, I'll
either mako flush or PAIR and beat yer.
| Ye,d better called the Rosa in an sort of
prepare her fur the change she's about to
| 'sperience."
DRAW, - you, or I'll put a hole
through yer dirty carcassw yelled Trevit;
drawing a revolver. The gun was snatched
away from him by strong hands, and with
a bantering air Gooding picked up the
eight spot of diamonds. Trevit's face lit
up, There was hope. His arm shot out,
| and he snatched the next card from the
pack. 1t was the ace of spades. Holding
the winning card high above his head, he
shouted like a crazy man, stopping now and
then to heap curses on the head of Gooding.
The trave.er through the Snake river
| country never fails to, run across some one
who will tell him of this wonderful game of
poker played by Trevit and Gooding and of
the great wealth the claim won in the game
| brought Trevit, who, at the time Of his
| death was worth million and q half in
mineral lands and realty.