Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1891-04-08
LOST HIS LUCK.
A Bashful BilIiarfist Who Couldn't Play an
Exhibition Game.

A BaSNfuI BiIEardfSt VINO Couldn't PLAY
Exhibition Game.
One was a commercial traveller, the
other was just a common, large, quiet,
bashful man. They were playing bill
lizards in the hotel billiard room, which
was deserted by all save them, and the
quiet man had beaten the drummer
every game and beaten him badly.
81 know what's the matter, said the
drummer, as they challzed their cues
for another game, 81 want an incentive
We ought to make a little bet: say
couple of dollars on this game, and let
it be the last one Come, you've had it
all your own way. What do you say to
that?"
cts agreeable to me-" answered the
bashful man, taking the lead and then
he ran off six points.
The drummer made two.
The large man got in a little run of
fifteen, playing the balls around in the
corners softly and gently without APP
parent effort.
II want to see the clerk about getting
my baggage ready for the next train"
said the drummer, looking at his watch.
ST won't be gone but minute" and he
FASTENED out to the Office which was
filed with commercial men and other
guests of the house.
''Well, now we'll try again. he said,
cheerily, when he returned few min
utes later, but he made only four points
and left beautiful ''set up for the
large man.
One or two other men had strolled in
from the office and stood by while the
bashful player made the shot, and by
the time he had run the score up to
twenty-eight there were half a dozen
onlookers standing about the table.
''Gemini, that was good shot" said
one, as the big man made a very good
draw.
Then he made difficult carom, and
the spectators looked at each other
with that side movement of the head
which indicates both approval and sur
prise.
"Where are you in this game, Billy?"
asked one of them.
81 guess l amt in it at ALL" said the
drummer, leaning on his cue and watch
ing his opponent, who, seeming a little
disconnected by SO much attention,
missed the next shot and sat down.
While the drummer was running off
seven points three or four more men
sauntered in and watched the game,
meditatively putting at their cigars.
The big man came up, missed and re-
tired to a seat amid the most intense
silence, and the drummer got in another
little run.
''That's shot l can never make re-
marked one of the spectators as the big
man advanced and stood observing the
balls.
Its very difficult" said another
''Wel, / should say so. said third,
'"The man that can make it is a dandy :"
The heat of the room or something
had made the large man little red in
the face, and he looked uncomfortable
He missed the shot. There was no COM
ment, but every person had closely
watched the attempt, and there were
about dozen now.
The drummer made very good run;
the bashful man missed again, and
when finally. the drummer ran the
game out, the other stood by with
two-dollar bill in his hand
81 kind O. lost my luck toward the
last" he said, with a sici1ly smile, as he
laid down the bill, and murmEring some
thing about having an engagement he
went out.
"Well, boys" said Billy as he put on
his coat and picked up the two-dollar
bill I'm much obliged to you for
coming in. l amt much of billiardist,
but I'm very fair judge of human
nature. Detroit Free Press.