, 1889-02-02
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JSo. r. CARHoLL- Edlto
W0LCO7T AT TIE A

WOLCO7T At TIE BRANCH
The Philadelphia Times New York
correspondent thus retells the story of
the exploits of Colorado Wolcoot at Long
Branch one day last year. Wolcott is
now q United States senator:
Wolcott's stay at the Branch was
limited to one week, but in that time he
won, and still wears, the title OF the
plunger of Colorado" The first days he
did not attend the races, but on Satur-
days great race, the last of July, the
Colorado lawyer, who brought with him
$4,000, made some bold dashes, and at
the last heat that day was winner of a
cool 5000. This was only n 'refreshcr''
TO an eastern man whose nerves had be
come steeled in the crisp atmosphere OF
the Colorado mountains, where mines
sometimes win and lose fortunes in a day
and night.
Alter the races Wolcott went to Phil
Days restaurant with two miners IRON
among his HARVEST clients. He rarely
INDUCES IN champagne, preferring, as
solid western men mostly do. Kentucky
whisky. Wolcott's favonte tipple was
old Pepper whisky. Alter half a dozen
woodcocks on toast, irrigated by a couple
of bottles of Green Seal, Wolcott proposed
the tiger as a pastime. The game began
at s p. m, and Wolcott was allowed to
increase the limit, by Phil Days special
request, to 81 900 on a single card.
The play varied. At one time the
new senator from Colorado was winner
sos, 900, but he said he felt like winning
Venus and the stars u Of the entire
milky way. The game proceeded. VOL
colts pile of ivory chips, worth 500
each gradually grew smaller. But the
plunger, like Paul Jones, had only begun
to fight" the tigerl At one time there
was $50. 900 to his credit, but luck turned
toward Phil DAILY, and at 10 p. m. VOL.
colt rose and stretched himself and asked
for Days check for his winnings. He
got a check on a Long Branch bank for
$4,000.
ave will now go to John Days den,''
said the smiling plunger. "Who knows
but that | might break the bank. This
is my lucky daSl
A light supper in John DAYS pagoda,
and Wolcott began to make the fur fly
from the new tiger He played until l
o'clock. When Wolcott began the game
he had SIS, 600 in his vest pocket, his
winnings on the race track and at Pills.
His luck lad cruelty deserted him. After
ordering a parting drink of Pepper whisky
he said at | a. m, John, we'd better
settle"
DAILY turned calmly to the ''plunger,"
who looked as placid as the summer sea,
and said, "Wolcott, you owe the bank
$4,000"
That's more than | have about me. A"
Never mind, said the accomplished
and polite DAILY.
Eyes, | DO mind it" said Wolcott,
coldly.
He pulled out Phil Days check for
$4,000, cash Sc. 900, and turned it all IN.
win you lake my draft on Denver for
S7,0OO2"
Certainly" said DAILY,
James O'Connor, Days nephew, at s
Barclay street, told to-day the rest of the
story.
"A fairy tale wa circulated last sum
mcr about Wolcott, that he was 'welcher.
It's a lie. Ed. Wolcott is a prince of the
royal blood. He lost $25, 900 at one OF
our games one Saturday night last July at
Long Branch, and he paid every dollar
of 1t before Sunday noon"
Howl" l said.
well, the last $1,000 was paid in
seven 81 1000 bills Sunday noon following
the play. Wolcott has credit here for
$4,000 il he wants it"