The herald., 1894-09-29
WHAT CAME OF A BET.
DEPUTY SHERIFF. RECTOR MAKES
A WAGER AND REPENTS.
An Oncer Seeking Proprietor Chase OF
tho Nadeau to Serve a Writ OF
Replevin on the Stake
Money.

'Heads 1 win, tails you lose." has
ever been popular game with sporty
boys whose sole ambition has been to
annex the spare nickels of their unfor-
tunate companions. Most men who
have ever given the "tiger's tall a twist"
are expected to know thing or two and
not have suoh q chestnut rung in upon
them. Certain of the federal and county
officials. however, are Just now wonder
ing where they stand as regards rather
curious bet.
Last week Deputy Sheriff W. J. REQ
tor, who keeps tab on how many flies
perch on Judge York's rostrum, was
seized with the idea that McNslly WAS
not going to be the next sheriff Of Los
Angeles county. He thought he cav q
way to mske money il he only could
find man obtuse enough 10 throw
money to the birds in backing the Dem
ocratic nominee. He was so happy in
his idea that he let it be known that
bed donate $40 for the free distribution
of pray er-book bandana handkerchiefs
among the Digger Indians if anyone
would find him any man willing to meet
his bet.
George Hopkins, janitor OF the federal
building, consumed by burning desire
to disseminate Christian knowledge
among the family of poor Lo, hunted
around town until he found Ed Max
we'll. of the Nadeau bar, who said II 2
to l was offered him on Burr against
McNslly he would take the bet.
This to Rector was simply plea dead
open and shut cinch. On Monday, ao-
,ol
Cochran and Janitor Hopkins, Rector
lad proper agreement drawn up, and
he put up 5000 against Maxwell's 500.
The money was handed over to Propri-
etor Chase OF the Nadeau, and the gold
en- twenties nov lie temptingly in the
big hotel sale.
Right here, however. the fun begins.
On Monday morning Rsctor's hat was
about three Sizes too small for him. but
after his money was up 1t began to give
evidence of being just trihe too big.
Something must be wrong with his hat
-or his head. 1t turned out to be his
head. He repented OF his bet and went
to Maxwell and asked him to call it off
"Stay whore you are partner" was all
Maxwell would say. Pm Satisfied with
my end so what are you kicking about
anyway ?"
On tuesday Rector was again on his
knees. He offered to pay forfeit. His
friend Cochran tried to rally him by
saying he knew where he could get mon
with $4,000 to put up on the came propo-
sition and on the same terms.
'All right" said Maxwell, "I'll call
you. Trot out your men,"
Rector by yesterday afternoon was in
despair. He became convinced that
McNally was dead sure winnor-any-
thing if he could only get his money
back. One last appeal be made to Max
well.
THE fact is. Ed," he remarked. "a
man haen't any right to bet money he
can't afford TO lose. and it'll be g dead
cold frost with me after election II you
don't call that bet of. Now do, there's
q good fellow"
PAY $50 forfeit and call 1t off," WAS
the short reply.
Rsctor was scared out Of his wits. Ono
thing must be done. At all coats he
must get back his money.
Recently Maxwell was officially noti-
fed that replevin papers had been taken
out and an officer was chasing Proprietor
Chase to serve them.
Rector is trife happier, but the end
ia not yet.