The Arkansaw traveler., 1888-08-04

| AkeVlt ana Ooo0tng seated themselves at the table and the game began.
 All that night and through the Eext day the men hattled for each others wealth, and Gooding's usual luck at tended him, and he gradually swept Trevit's gold dust over to his side of the table. After twenty-fOur hours of hard playing to recover his lost money, without avail, Trevit at last staked his last capfnl of dust and saw it raked in by Gooding.
 "You've beat me-" he said, sullenly, to Gooding.
 "Couldn't help it, Trevit," replied GoOding; al had to play the cards what cum to me-"
 "Fve got the grit to keep at yer, but l hain't got dollar lett," said Trevit.
 Gooding smiled complaoently as he shoveled the shining dust into the leather pouches. He had won upward of $30.000, and a peculiar sparkle cane into his eyes as he tied up the last bag.
 "Trevit," said he, "that's a mighty purity Indian gal you picked up fur CT wife,"
 "Ain't finer -lookin' gal on the rcs- ervation," replied Trevit, with an air of pride.
 "I'll tell you what Pll do," contin- ued Goodipg, filling his pipe.
 "Drive ahead" said Trevit, pulling his hat down over his eyes and looking with & half defiant air at his oppo- nent.
 "You know that prospect I made last fall up in Cinnamon canyon2"
 "Yes."
 "She's liable to pan out big"
 "So hyar."
 "Well, Trevit, 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, an' some outside feller will shuffle the cards, so nary one of us will have the advantage."
 "I'll play yer, d-n yer, I'll play yer," yelled Trevit, glaring st Good ing. "Yer think yerll win all Pve got, even to my wite, but Pll show yer that yer can't"
 The cards were shuffled by blind hanger on at the camp, whose eyes had been blown out by & blast in the mines few months before, and mem- Der 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 hus- band.
 "Rose," said he, "I want yer ter cut them keerds, an, d-n yer, cut lem deep fur luck"
 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. "Hurry up an settle it." he said huskily.
 "All right, Trevit," said Gooding, "I'll either make flush or pair and beat yer. Ye'd better call the Rose in an prepare her fur the change she's about to Experience"
 "Draw, d-n you, or I'll put hole through yer dirty carcass" yelled Trevit, drawing & revolver. The gun was snatched away from him by strong hands, and with bantering air Good ing picked up the eight spot of dia- monds. Trevit's face lit up. There was hope. His arm shot out and he snatched the next card from the pack. It was the ace of spades. Holding the winning card high above his head, he shouted like crazy man, stopping now and then to heap curses on the head of Gooding.
 The traveller through the Snake river country never fails to run across some one who will tell of this won- derful game of poker by Trevit and Gooding, and of the great wealth the claim won in the game brought Treyit, who, at the time of his death, was worth a million and 8 half in mineral lands and realty Omaha Bee.