St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1893-10-09
WHY THE DEAL CLOSED.
He Was Beating the Bank, but His
Friend Gave Him Away.

NaE6 way
Seattle Press-Times.
II had curious experience when I
first struck Seattle" said a well-known
gambler to Press-Times reporter last
evening, as he stood in front of the
Delcho saloon on Yesler avenue, near
South Second street.
That was one time when l wasn't
very glad to meet friend, and when
his hello to me probably cost me sew
eral hundred dollars of good bankers
money.
Il had been playing pretty lucky
down In Denver and up in the Cripple
creek country, and came up 10 the
sound by way of Portland. Don't know
why L came, bust just came. | didn't
find many of the boys whom knew,
but soon got acquainted, and was NOV
ing around having good time, but not
playing any. L had a good deal of
money, and was enjoying few days of
leisure. One evening L sat down in
front of faro layout and was keeping
cases myself. L didn't know the dealer
from Adam orphan, and didn't pay
much attention to the game. | was
simply chipping along waiting for the
cases, keeping about even and seldom
making more than one bet at the start
of a deal.
After awhile my attention was
called to one player. In fact, about all
OF them had dropped out but us two,
and rs was noticing my own play only
enough to see that bets were properly
played, 1 had to notice him. He
seemed to have plenty of money, and
was dropping good deal of it by plac
Ing 1t on the high card.
Now, there are good many things
about faro box that every one is not
on to, but with fellow who makes his
bread and butter on the green cloth, as
have for years, it's an old acquaint-
ance. L own little one that got from
Clifford down i'll San Diego year ago.
and practice with it semI-occasionally
up i'll my room when haven't anything
else to do and nothing particular to
think about.
when L noticed the fellow lose his
money L turned my attention to the
dealer. The man with the money must
nave been greener than the cloth in
front of him, for he didn't tumble to the
dealer, who was working very raw. He
was putting up more than half the deck
Tor the high card to lose. lie didn't pay
bit OF attention to me. and so did to
min. | nave pretty good memory, be-
cause l need it i'll my business. 1t was
no trouble for NE to watch him shuttle
and remember eight or ten turns from
the top, and, of course, | could catch
the last turn. He was putting up for
the other fellow, and, though | was Just
playing lucky, for didn't play many
cards open, but had my chips leading
over from some out-of-the-Way card to
the card | knew was going to win, and
was, OF course, apparently as much
SlFnTlSpn = tho hGaler w, II
seen that my chips led right.
The dealer was busy and was accom-
pushing what he was striving for. l
was busy, 700, and equally successful.
The result was that in TWO or three deals
the mOneyed gentleman had dropped
close Oh to $1,000, while | was fully that
much to the good, ami the dealer was
apparently not noticing that his bard
work was accomplishing very little TO-
ward increasing the bank roll.
ABOUT that time Ricke baugh, of Los
Angeles, walked into tie room, and,
stopping near me, i'll surprise said:
Hello, Len. what are you doing in this
country? Thought you'd gone into
mines in Colorado and quit faro |,
looked up, and OF course was surprised
to see him, but knew the little game,
in which | was not taking much inter-
est, was up.
The dealer looked at me moment
and said: Say, Rick. do you know this
gentleman? He's been playing mighty
lucky
''Rickebaugh glanced at the great
stack of chips in front of me, and sar-
castically remarked: Lucky h--!'
The dealer looked sold, and at the
end of that deal quietly turned down
the box and cashed the chips.
''Of course, L didn't have the heart to
call his last turn, though | knew it from
the time the cards were boxed"