The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1888-08-31

ONE OF THE ROrHsCHILDs AT TIE
FARO TABLE.
How a New Jersey Hayseed Won
Four Thousand Dollars Without IN
Outstanding Anything About the

IONG BRANCH, Aug. 2O--ln spite OF the
rain New York GENES down i'll force on
Sundays to the Branch, filling every nook
and corner far out to the neat but not gau1y
cottages of those who follow the sock and
busKin'' and who take in the manifold plea
sures of a summers rest by the sea. A great
actor was lying on the sand watching the
tatbers, while allowing his soul to loaf. "
The tragic lines of his face in placid repose,
as he lay on the Jersey turf, made him look
like warrior taking his rest.
Daniel Dawson, iron monger, all-round
athlete, Lippincott's poet and a delightful
Alcibiades among the men of the world of
two great cities, Is here. Dawson will have
new poem in October in a Philadelphia
magazine, which he thinks far better Of
fort than his poem "Verzenay." Dan led
the way to Phil Days and pointed out a
nidde-aged gentleman of Semitic cast OF
denure countenance, who was slipping pint
of dry Verzenay and revelng in a couple Of
woodcock on toast.
When the Teutonic looking gentleman
had finished his wine he stroled into the
faro room and took his seat at Ahern S table
and called fer $1,000 worth of chips. At
the first glance the player looked like Ger
man professor. He was handed stack OF
blue ''fshn 800 piece. He was evidently
no stranger to the dealer, and played with
the same nonChalance with which Fat
Sheedy, Sullivan's hacker, loses $40 on the
turn.
The gentleman who won and lost with so
much sangfroid was one of the celebrated
Rothschild bankers from Frankfort on-the
Main, and after playing for an hour with
an air which plainly said 1.-THE king mnSt
be amused. " rose up 81, 600 loser and ordered
the waiter to call q hack and the baron
who had spent clerks annual salary IN an
hour in order to digest his woodcock and
Eerzenay was soon bowling down the
breezy avenue on his way home to Holly
wood, where he spends his elegant leisure
during the summer solstice.
HAYsEED GAMBLER.
Among the prominent visitors at Long
Branch. the insoucient Dawson pointed out
Dr. Dougherty of Philadelphia, who is
snolsen of as a candidate of the democracy
for city treasurer.
Look at that venerable haysced, ex-
claimed Dougherty, trying his luck with
white chips"
Peter Brown was typical Jerseyman,
with his blue sailor Sunday suit on, and he
had come to the Branch with u load of hay
from Squankum, which he had sold for $35,
and after putting up his two mules and the
empty wagon. he registered al the West
End in a scrawling signature as big as John
Hancock's revolutionary autograph
Mr.. Brown had no baggage, and no
he reluctantly produced a large leather
wallet and paid 81 50 for days board in
advance The pudgy clerk smilingly
pocketed the cash, and gave the hayseed
guest an outside room. Brown then drifted
over to Phil Days, and seated himself
before a big porter-hOuse steak, which soon
disappeared, washed away with a bottle OF
ale. He was bound TO see the elephant" to
the extent of his cash capital, $50 So
Said old Hayseed to the well-dressed
dealer: "Mr. Man, is this faro bank"
mo, sir" said the smiling king of the
''chips." This is a faro bank where all the
dealer gains is occasionally the splits"
Darn the splits" said Hayseed Brown
al Jest thought I'd take a whack at this
game, and want 1871 worth of these white
things and he laid down his pile and re-
ceived the polished ivory, in amount thirty
one fish" representing value of S3l.
"What fu nv things one sees when you
have no gun" said Dougherty. But the
swell gamblers around the table quickly
took in the situation and made room for old
Hayseed, who had come up from his patri-
monial acres at Squankum, Monmouth
county to take in the town.
THE LOOKOUT TAKES HIM IN.
The lookout" who sits in high cane
seat chair-a satirical "cherub," who sits
up aloft to look after the interests of the
game and 1.-THE sleepers' of forgetful game
sters, as forgotten bets are called-was no
little amused at the innocent ways of Hay
seed Brown. The lookout man said: "Mr.
Hayseed, won't you take something to
drinkF'
Cert" quickly replied the member from
Sauankum. "Gimme four fingers of your
best old applejack."
Brown drank the "jnck," and wiping his
mouth with the back of his hand produced
his last, reluctant, hiding half-dollar and
rendered it to the Scipio Africanus in
white choker and a swallow-tail coat
Don't pay nothin' for drinks here,n said
the waiter.
Don't, heyp said Mr.. Hayseed, with
establishment depicted on every feature. He
had never struck free bar before.
His pile OF chips bothered him, but he
was too wise to say anything or confess his
ignorance as he gaged on the tiger, and In
Rome watched closely to do as the Romans.
marvelous-slzed stacks of blue chips fore
him and was VIGOROUSLY storming the for
tress of faro at every plunge. Mr.. Brown,
knowing nothing of the game, put his bets
down with soldier-like regularity on the
same "keerds" on which his big neighbor
was betting. The plunger won at every
turn. So did Hayseed.
THE HAYsEED WINS.
Every time he won he "pinched" his bets
one-half and soon had large pile of chips
in front of him. Still Peter Brown of
Squankum seemed in doubt whether the
whole thing was fun or earnest. At the
end of the deal everybody swept off their
stakes remaining intact from the omnivor-
GUS jaws of the all-consuming tigor The
dealer was only half amused now at Peter
Browns antics, thinking the gentleman
from Squankum knew more of the game
than he pretended he did.
Turning to the plunger Hayseed said {:
"What do you do with these things nowT'
nervously stacking up his rapidly increas-
ing gains.
'Get money for EN-" sententiously ex-
claimed the plunger, who called in So 900 as
the net purport and upshot of his first deal
Mr.. Brown showed toward the grim and
silent dealer all but twenty of bis fish. y
and there lay in front of him $500 in crisp,
new 800 bills.
He slowly brought out his lean and
hungry wallet, which had the general ap-
pearance of having been tramped on by an
elephant, aud deity tucked away his win
nings, felt for his pocket-book in the inside
pocket of his coat 10 be sure it was there
Hayseed heaved a sigh as he watched the
dealer pull the soda card out of the box,
and the plunger, like a running racer
dashed his big bets around the board with
recklesSness born of the smiling luck Of
goddess Fortune. Hayseed put all his fish
on the ten spot. Ii won Indeed, lac could