The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1891-09-09

here. 1t was not long after the railroad was
opened and they wanted to take it all in.
So they engaged guide aud an officer 10
go with them through some Of the most
notorious houses on State and Chestnut
streets, and started out toward midnight,
when the fun and excitement were supposed
TO be getting toward their summit Uncle
Nat heard of it. aud an idea entered his
head That the sentimental but inquisitive
yankees should have their moneys worth. -
How soT' .t--
We'll. never mind As I remarked
before, I'm telling this story, and I'm
enough Of a story teller to not have the
climax steal a sneak on me till I'm ready
for it. See!n
That's right"
WAS LOSING LIKE SIXTY.
"Well, the Boston party struck the big
gest gambling house down town Just
before midnight. The first person they sa
was Uncle Nat, sitting at table with his
back toward them, his white silk hat
on the back of his head at
an angle of forty-fve degrees. his
face flushed, his eyes sparkling, and his
manner all excitement. The usual stacks
of chips were piled up on various tables
but on this one were stacks of five, ten, and
twenty-dollar gold pieces, and silver dol
lars, in addition TO chips. Betting was run
uAnk ulEl, cACiJtL1cub 5uQ hCdTCelT
an eve was raised as the Boston party paused
a moment.
"What struck the Bostonians as queer
was that the faces Of the guide, the officer,
and others, excepting those at this table,
wore constant suspicious of smiles, instead
of the strain and terror Of Uncle Mats and
his companions.
"Oh, it was fired just to wind up the
story properly, and give it fitting climax"
And no one was hurt"
mo one"
81 suppose he won the money all back
again on some other ni2htm
"Rubbishl He didn't lose any money. It
was all put-up job between him and the
gambling house, to impress and entertain
the visitors"
Betting, as 1 said, was running high, and
the old man over yonder was losing steadily
the Boston party was fascinated and
had no eyes for anything else in the room.
The women in the party of whom two were
beautiful young ladies, at first were horri-
fed, then we're interested and then were
sentimental.
"'What a splendid looking old gentle
man one OF them whispered, and he seems
to be losing all his money
They stood there nearly half an hour,
during which time Uncle Mats pile d windled
steadily till there was nothing left. He
threw down his watch-his clock he called
lt-and they covered it with two twenties
apiece. That went, and the old man leaned
back. removed his shining hat, scratched his
head, wiped the Precipitation from his brow
placed his hat on his head again, reached
back to bis hip pocket, drew his revolver,
and was greeted with
THAT was all right, uncle. Perfectly
fair
who's kickingr be growled. Cover
that
1T was covered, and, like everything
else, lost
"'Lend me the gun for minute he said.
as he rose from the table.
He took it and went out Of the back
daor, while silent terror seemed to settle
over all-certainly on the faces Of the Bos-
ton party.
ALL FOR EFFECT.
IA shot was heard outside, and one of the
ladies tainted Water was brought, she
was revived, and the party went out and
returned TO the hotel, more scared than
they had ever been before in their lives.
They left by the morning train, half afraid.
as was supposed, that they might be sum-
moned before the coroner's jury.
Uncle Nat didn't show up till after they
had gone, and
But what was the cause of the shotY"
20 And didn't the story leak outP'
| YES, in way. Several pathetic letters
about the scene appeared il several of the
religious papers, but the true story never
was printed"
mot Then I'll see that it is printed"
just then Uncle Nat arose and was saun-
tering by US when my friend said:
This is Mr.. Blank, Uncle Nat"
| And 50 forth.
| 81 was just telling him about your play
ing with stacks of gold and silver to scare
| the Boston folks"
That was playing in double sense, you
see. II was theater as we'll as gambling
house. But draw it light on me-"
And he amblcd along.