St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1888-03-11
Smith, who began to fear something
was wrong.
II rises SIX" sturdiIy said the cap

Smith, who began to fear something
was wrong.
II rises SIX" sturdily said the cap
tain.
"I-I jess-iess calls" SAID Mr.. Will
Jams. alarmed at the turn in affairs:
81 rises de capting six," said the
judge, in firm, clear, charging the
jury tone.
I'll calls for sight," said Rev.
Thankful Smith, nervously.
"a sighter WHAT" inquired the cap
faint reaching down in his right boot
leg. A sighter dis razzer? Ell d'yo'
wanter sight?"-here he reached down
in his left leg-"A sighter dis gum.
Er'-here he reached up to the back Oh
his neck-''D'yo' wanter sighter dis var
carver?" and then the captain, laying
these terrible implements Of death on
the table within easy reach, paused for
reply.
III jess" began the Rev. Thankful
Smith.
''Play, pay er buss," said the captain.
Oats de rule" echoed the judge.
I-I buss," said the Rev. Mr.. Smith.
"Does go call er rise?" inquired the
Judge of MIR. Tooter Williams, whose
turn had now come.
"I-I-dat's bugglery," he yelled.
OATS
"Does yo' rise, Mi stab Willyums??"
SWeetly said the Judge, producing from
his bootleg long, dark pistol of horri-
BILE aspect and laying it gently across
his knee. k"Does yo' rise, OF does you
jine 'er mo'ners?"
''i'se got three kinks n q par, yelled
Mr.. Williams, IN ] calls"
Here Mr.. Williams inserted his watch
in the pot.
Den | rises the capting once mo-"
said the Judge.
Il rises yo' back said the captain.
with dull thud. The Judge pretended
to examine his cards, then said with a
chuckle:
Gaping, l 'specks - may be
blufin', but woan' call yer, kyount up
the pot"
The captain counted the pot.
Tree hunded N twenty fo' d0lla' s."
he said.
"Ha'f dat's-ha'f OATS one hundred
n siX-two," said the judge. "Lemme
dat ha'f twill we get home"
"Cer'n'ly," said the captain.
Carefully inserting the money III their
clothing and replacing their weapons,
the visitors arose.
Good evenin', gentlemen" said the
Judge: ''sorry ter leave. but der yeleva-
tor stops rnnnin' i'll our Decent bug
ranch at r."
$50 long" said the captain; "let's
know smother evenin' wen we kin
stay longer"
And with this parting mOrsel of irony
the visitors departed. For four minutes
the silence was so deep that Mr.. Cyanide
WHITES could hear his hair grow. Then
Mr.. Williams emerged from his cata-
Prof. Brick stole sadly away, and Gus
johnson sat down on the piano stool
and moaned.
''Di's Wot comes er bringin' in visitors
promiskis." said Rev. Thankful Smith,
with the air OF one who is imparting
wisdom. "Yar we fetched in two stray
mokes to teach 'em de game, II dey gifts
a cross-liff OH 1oOter II me. N de clubs
Skint outen mo II de Winnin'S for
munf.n
MI Johnson continued to moan.
"Yezzah," said Mr.. Williams. who
was examining the captains hand, IN
de capting did all dat risin' on bullick
high"
'Bullick highr' yelled the reverend
gentleman.
"YeZZah," said Mr.. Williams, show
ing him the hand.
Rev. Mr. Smith stood aghast. Then he
said slowly and sadly:
"Gen'lemen, Pm goin' home. Tse
razzled wifi green goods, bunker, chucky
luck, polsy n moster de swinnels in dis
town N Hoboken for thltty var. but
this am new speeunce. Lead me
home with string n git me bed by
de stove in dc idiit 'sylum, for Wen two
mOkes kin crawl Outen Wes'chess
kyounty N beat de Thoms'n Street
Pokah club outen tree hundred Oh bull
icl1 high. / wanter crawl off n de-
The club gloomily adjourned.