The western sentinel. [volume] (Winston-Salem, N.C.) 1887-1926, 1892-03-31
A BI.IGHTED LIFE.
The Future Held NotpinG Bright o
PrOmisins for This mau.

The Future Held Notping Bright or
PrOmising for This mau.
From the New York World.]
He was occupy ing a bench on tie
common, his head resting on His hands
q picture of despair. The clustering
winds of March swept across his wealth
er-b beaten counten ance and froze the
tears as they coursed down his furrow-
ed cheeks
A kindly old gentleman in clerical
garb passing by paused. His heart
was tnuched by the sad sad sight, and
and he laid sympathetic hand upon
hte poor fellows shoulder
"What is the matter, my friend?"
he said kinly," There seems to be
hectic flush
Don't say that ere, stranger" said
the object Of the good mans mans
sympathy, streached forth his hand as
if in protest. Don't twit poor devil
on his misfortunes. Twornt exactly
hectic flush, though, neither theut that
is new name I haven't heard on;
and p'raps you diden't mean no bad
arter all
The clerical gentleman fastened to
deny any intention OF raking up past
sorrows, and urged him to explain
"Why yer see,pard, twas this way"
said the other. "Some er the boys
was just gittin interested in the game
an they kinder aXked me ter set in.
I sot in, an things went atong sort err
quiet-like till Bob Simpkins he opened
up jiacker an they all come in er
whoopin'. [ had as purity a busted
flush Ter draw ter as ever you see, an
thinks l. I'll raise him back ON the
openin'. So [ riz him back an' they
all stood, game. When it come
ter the draw Bob he lowed be didn't
want any, an | took one pape. My
busted flush was the ten, jack, queen,
king er spades, an I'll be darned if /
didn't draw the ace Of that
identical suit [ didn't think ner
stop ter see no more. | had the only
hand in the deck what couldn't be
beat, an jest closed 'em up on the
table an got ready ter have some fun,
An the fun was thar, too, all don't you
make no mistake. The other fellows
was out mighty soon when they see
me an Bob was in it fer blood, an we
Jest had it back and forth like two
TOM cats hung over cloths line When
every goI darned cent we could raish
vas in that pot Bob lowed he'd call.
SEE he: See here, Jim. got yer beat,
but yer amt no more money, an yer
may as well show the boys what yer
SO dog gone proud on
''Sez [ Bob Simpkins, whatever yer
got the swag is mine Ye can't down
staight flush clean up at the top, an
no other man can't do it neither
Well stranger, Bob be had four
Fights, an l tell yer he looked mighty
sick l laid down my kyards, an got a
good grip ON the stakes, when by jinks
if they didn't raise a yell fit ter hist
one er them ere moter cars clean off
the track! l kinder lifted my fingers,
an axed what they wuz er maxim sech
er dad blasted rumpus about"
He paused and gulped down sob
and continued: Stranger. that are
flush was still busted. The queen was
nuthin' but the dog goned eight O
clubs l thought [ had discarded. That
ere queen had jest slipped through my
fingers, like all the women alters does,
an p
A heartrending sigh finished tie
sentence, and for few minutes the
silence spoke louder than the still,
small voice of new born iufant in
the night.
He sadly took up the narrative once
more and said THE boys they wouldn't
believe / had discarded wrong. They
thought it was put up job, just like
I'd be gol darned fool enough to lay
my hand down for them to look at if
knew twornt all right! An | had
ter come out O. there mighty quick,
an Consistently amt had no chance fer
ter get even. An / MAINTAIN it amt
right ter treat er fellow like that ere
when he amt done nothin wrong,
neither.
"My good fellow said the. kind old
gentleman, ssyou have my sympathy,
but this seems to me to be filing ops
portunity to point out to you the evils
of gan"
aStranger", interrupted the other,
.doD't go any further. appreciate
yer kindness, an all that, but thar
amt but one thing only one thing yer
kin do fer me. IF you'll take an kick
me from here over to that ere gate
wonder an back er again you'll do
poor suferin' creeter heep er good.