Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1889-08-26
AS TOLD BY HIMSELF.
A Buffalo Mans Story of His Meeting
with Gotham Bunco Sharps.

From the Buffalo Courier.
There is in this town an individual operating
as an advertising agen:, whose friends for short
call him Bob. His other name isn't Smith, but
to speak Of him as Smith will serve Just as well
for this recital. He has travelled some His
eye teeth were cut a good while ago. When
the New York crooks last week planned to
gather in his Doodle they barked up the wrong
tree.
He thus tells the story, and he has hitherto
maintained good reputation for veracity:
81 was on lower Broadway one morning when
well-dressed man, whom didn't recognize,
addressed me very heartily to the effect: Why,
hello, Smith! How are you? How is advertise
ing and how're things in Buffalo?'
For the life Of me couldn't place the fell
low or remember him when he mentioned his
name, but the beguiing cuss knew SO much Of
my affairs that l thought we must have been
acquainted before. We talked as we walked
and presently he said he had to buy ticket
and asked me to stroll with him to the Office
We went into Broome street and entered what
was to all appearances a railroad ticket Office.
There was the ticket case and all complete
My friend was talking with the man ostensibly
In charge when in came another parsonage,
who affected very free-and-easy manner.
.. I'm from the south, he said. Come here
with a load of cotton. / reckon I'd better be
gittin' back. Say! Can get ticket to Missis-
sippi and one for niger to travel separator
- guess we can fix you and the colored
man, said the ticket seller.
"'Colo'd man be ID He's q Niger
That's what we call 'em down our way. Say
he continued, now addressing my self-intro-
duced companion, here's the funniest thing
ever saw. fellah showed it to me, and won
pot OF money on it. I'm going to take it with
me to Mississippi and show it to the folks
'The gentleman from the sunny south here
produced fOur cards which he tOssed On tho
desk. Bet you can't turn over the card with
the base ball on it, he said. Twenty to one'
MY friend laughingly laid down q dollar and
turned up the right card.
why how did you do it so easy?" the other
exclaimed, affecting great surprise. Here's
your $40. You won it fair and we southern
gen'rmen always pays when we lose. Now you
try it for the fun of the thing
Il drew out O dollar, and turned the right
card, as was of course intended. The man from
Mississippi made much show of astonishment.
You can't do it again. he declared.
I" go him, go him heavy urged the friendly
citizen at my side, in an emphatic whisper
'Now was dead onto the game, and as soon
as it had been introduced was dead onto the
capper. For answer suddenly picked up the
four pasteboards, threw away the one with the
base ball, and proceeded to manipulate those
remaining in approved three-card-monte fash
ion. Gentlemen, said l. this is the way we
do the thing cut where came from. Do you
want any of it?'
You ought to have seen the stupefed look
that came over those scamps. At last the Mis-
sissippi man exclaimed to the other You d
fool, you are a bigger sucker than the one you
caught and seizing his cards he decamped
forthwith.
Presently my friend, the disheartened cap
per, moved to the door. So did L As passed
him mildly suggested:
" 1T looks like rain.
Damn! he said savagely, and dusted'