Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1892-05-21
4 BLIGHTED LEE.
The Future Held Nothing Bright or
Promising for this Man.

1
Promising for this Man.
/
He was occupying a bench on the
! common, his head resting on his hands,
a picture of despair. saws the n. y.
World. The clustering winds Of March
! swept across his weather-beaten coun-
tenance and froze the tears as they
coursed down his furrowed checks.
A kindly old gentleman in clerical
garb passing by paused His heart
was touched by the sad sight and he
laid sympathetic hand upon the poor
! fellows shoulder.
what is the matter, my friend?" he
said, kindly, 81 fear you are not well.
There seems to be a hectic flush
Don't say that ere. ranger" said
the object OF the good mans sympa-
thy, stretching forth his hand as if in
| protest. Don't twit a poor devil on
his misfortunes. 'Twornt exactly a
hectic flush, though, neither, though
that's new name | haven't heard on;
and p'raps you didn't mean bad, after
| all.
The clerical gentleman FASTENED to
| deny any intention of raking up past
|
why, yer see, pard. twas this way"
! said the other "Some or the boys
was just gittin' interested in the game
an they kinder aXed me ter set in, /
sot in, an things went along sort er
quiet like till Bob Simkins he opened
up jacker an they all come in er
whoopin'. | had as purity a busted
| flush ter draw ter as you ever see an
| thinks | I'll raise him back on the OPEN
in. So riz him back an they all
| stood, game as yer please When it
| come fer the draw Bob he lowed he
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 I didn't draw the ace o that
| ERE Identical suit | didn't 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, and don't you make no
| mistake. The other fellers all went
out mighty quick when they see me
an Bob was in it fer blood, an we Jest
had il back an forth like two tomcats
hung over a clothes-line. When every
gol darn cent we could raise was in
the pot Bob lowed he'd call. SEE he:
See here, jim. got yer beat, but yer
amt got no more money, an ye may
as well show the boys what yer SO dog
gone proud on
"Sez /; Bob Simpkins, whatever
ye'ye got the swag is mine. Ye can't
down a straight flush clean up at the
! top, an no other man can't do it
! neither.
We'll, stranger, Bob, he had four
eigbts, an tell yer he looked mighty
sick laid down my kyards an got
n good grip on the stakes, when, by
! jinks, il they didn't raise yell fit ter
hist one er them ere motor cars clear
off the track kinder lifted ;ny fingers
an asked what they was err maxim sech
a dad blarsted rumpus about"
He paused, gulped down a sob, and
continued: stranger, that ERE flush
was still busted The queen was
nuthin but the dog-goned eight o.
clubs / thought I'd discarded That
ere queen had just slipped through
my fingers, like the wimmen alters
| does, an l."
A heartrending sigh finished the SEN
| tcnce, and for a few minutes the ST.
| Icnce spoke louder than the still, small
dice Of a new infant in the night, lie
sadly took up the narrative once more,
and said "The boys they wouldn't
| believe id discarded wrong. They
thought it war put-up job just like
Id be COL darned fool enough to lay
my hand down for them TO look at if
Nnew 'tworn'tall right! An | had ter
come out o there mighty quick an
| consistently amt had no chance fer ter
ret even. An maintain it amt right
ter treat Teller like that ERE when
be amt done nothin wrong neither"
My good fellow" said the kind old
gentleman, you have my sympathy,
BUT this seems TO me to be fitting OPP
| pOrtunity to point out TO you the evils
# ram -"
STRANGER" interrupted the other.
"don't 20 no further ] appreciate
yer kindness, an all that, but thar
amt only one thing yer kin do for me.
| If you'll take an kick me from here
over to that ere gate yonder an back
again you'll do a poor sufierin' creeter
a heap er good. There amt nothin'
else yer kin do; nuthin' at all"
"But, my good fellow" demonstrated
the other, Il"
"Thar's nuthin' else, stranger.
nuthin' else. l amt got no further
use fer anythin' else but that"
His head sank forward again on his
chest, and despair seemed to cast
melancholy tinge on the very air that
| surrounded him. Realizing that such
sorrow was too deep to be alleyiated
by human sympathy, the clerical gen
tleman sighed and passed on.
The American Girl in London.