St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1894-03-22

Richards in st. Paul Yesterday
Entire Party Going to Des
Moines Glories OF Gallatin
Valley.
Gov. richards, of Montana, Henry
Mueller, of the Centennial brewery,
Butte City. Caldwell Edwards.a rancher
from the Upper Gallatln. and other del
egates to the silver convention arrived
yesterday morning Ell route to Des
Moines. They stopped over during the
day and left last evening. Mueller
took run down TO Red Wing in connec-
ton with his business interests. One
of the party, a swarthy granger, had
purchased new suit. and was wander
Ing aimleSSly about the city putting in
the time, when he was accosted bv a
medium-siZed, dark man, with black
mustache, perhaps three days growth
of black beard, who inquired the way
to the Wilcox block The Montanian
courteously responded that he was
stranger in the city. The other said
that he was. that he had just come in
from North Dakota with a carload of
cattle, and would walk with him toward
the depot. His companion was cOnfid-
ing. The MOntanian spotted him at
once as bunco man. and concluded to
play little with him. He asked the
way to the Merchants. and was accom-
panied by the drover, who wondered,
after chatting while, if they kept a
bar. A third party joined them and
found the bar. The ranchman didn't
smoke, but might take a drink. He
never drank anything stronger than
whisky, and not more than fifteen or
twenty day of that. Their new COM
panion was a thick-set, light-com plex-
Toned, blue-eyed fellow. weighing about
2l0 pounds. The drover smoked. the
ranchman drank the usual beverage,
the companion took pop. They all
treated in turn. All strangers in the
city. The new man had just come in
from Duluth; lived at independence.
To-; was short Of money; hal bought a
ticket; on the way down the newSboy
showed him a paper giving list of
Louisiana lottery prizes, and his ticket
had won. Must find an agent; the boy
told him he was OH Seventh street; was
stranger in the city, and inquired the
way to Seventh; did not know the num-
Der, and thought they ought to inquire
at some business house. The good
young man from North Dakota, who
never drank, led the way to the Mascot,
lao Seventh street, kept by j. Manning.
The ranchmaE took drink, or pre-
tended to, the good young man smoked
and the companion irrigated with self
ger. They asked him about the lottery
agent. The bartender said he was in the
back room. The good young man had seen
the ranchman's heavy gold chain and
his purse seemed to match it as he got
glimpse of that when he paid for the
drinks. He eagerly led the way. There
was layout and game Oh. The lottery
ticket was presented to the dealer; he
said the agent was out, but the ticket
was as good as gold. He looked up the
record. The ticket. he said, drew sos:
the man from Iowa gave whoop; or
dered bottle of wine. They disputed
over the ticket; it was only fifth; the
money was paid; ticket cost dollar,
and he was 500 winner and they would
have wine anyway. Lost the odd dollar
OH the game; bought two stacks; still
Interested in the ranchman; wanted
him to have stack and take hand;
straight game; fiuSheS and straits ruled
out; open poker, one card covered,
the other four exposed. 1t was
all right, but Montana man didn't want
10 sit down, would rather stand and
grow taller; didn't care to drink unless
they kept Centennial brewery beer.
He made bee line for the Merchants,
and when caught by the GLOBE was
arranging TO have Ehle Allen way.bill
him through TO BoZeman-he didn't
dare trust himself away from home any
longer, for it was apparent to him that
he looked so green that they had picked
him up for sucker. If they had PLAYED
him for trout he would have enjoyed
it and would have gone on to the con-
ventlon i'll good heart. but to be counted
a sucker was too much. He presented
the GLOBE an Introduction from Quinn
and forgot his grief long enough to tell
of the glorieS of the Galiatin valley,
where farmers raise from 80 to 20 bush
els of wheat per acre. 80 to 100 bushels
of oats, weighing 40 pounds to the
barley, which Milwaukee brew
ers never inspect il it is billed
from Montana, for they know
it is number one. They irrigate and
never have crop failures. But he could
not leave the subject of the bunkO man
or get over his Indignation. He could
understand how man wholly unac-
Quainted with city who didn't know
enough to go to the barn and feed a
horst by daylight might be swindled by
shrewd fellows, but there was nothing
bright or shrewd about the game they
tried to play on him. 1t was deliber-
ate attempt to fill man up and rob
him. When such blunderers can sue.
coed in such games it is time 10 give up.
There is no hope for the innocent
masses. Law and the police can afford
no protection. Send me home, Ehle,
way, bill me to Bozeman, don't trust me
no more. Played for a sucker! Has it
come TO this! Send me home!''
At this point the governor and
Mueller came in and succeeded in re-
storing confidence. Quinn is expected
to forgive the governor for not calling
an extra session in return for the serv-
ice rendered his friend. Played for a
sucker, his pride Inundated and his
reputation ruined; but it did not cost
but one round for three, except to the
other fellows. The good young man
from North Dakota smoked, but will
smoke louder hereafter. He will never
be forgiven for mistaking man from
Montana for au ordinary sucker. The
man from Iowa cashed in his chips and
drowned his grief in another glass of
settler. The ranchman Is telling Lee
Mantle and other friends in Des MONIES
today how the gold bugs at st. Paul
tried to play it Oh him.