The morning call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1878-1895, 1894-08-20
HURT SOLD MACS
And Also Sold Persons
Who Played Poker.
MR.. WATTS AND MR.. WEAVER
They Travelled Together on the
Steamer San Jose.
hR. WATTS AND MR.. WEAVER
AN UNsoPhlsTICATED RUSTIC.
Such Was Mr.. Watts, but Ills Pedals
Retained Their Normal Length
Despite This Fact.

Mr.. w. Watts, farmer, went to Central
America to sell horses about six months
ago. Mr.. Watts, farmer. has returned by
the steamer San Jose.
Mr.. Watts couldn't sell a single horse
down south, but he doubled up with a
Mr.. Weaver. banker, and the TWO made a
fine team. They rode rough shod over the
Guatemalans and made expenses" and
neither leg Of the respective gentlemen is
any longer than nature intended il should
be. although the left pedal of Mr.. Watts,
farmer. has the same old humps that it
had when he left town under force of cir
cumstances and in search of Central
American dollars.
Mr.. Watts was unosten.atious when be
sailed for tropical America, likewise was
Mr.. Weaver; the latter tOiled not, neither
did he spin, though his cognomen indicates
otherwise. The twain were only travel
ing to see the country and to sell horses Of
course.
But when Mr.. Watts. farmer, stepped
off the San Jose no one could help noting,
despite the rural air which he assumed,
the round, jovial features of Billy Hurt,
gambler, but a pretty good SORT of a chap
Tor all that.
William Hurt ESQ. is the gen tleman who
had numerous seances in various private
apartments Of the Palace Hotel with large
numbers OF gentlemen who liked to play
poker. William Hurt likes to play poker,
too. only he hates TO give fellow fair
chance to win pot or so. This is why
Mr.. Hurt is so we'll remembered in San
Francisco.
Six months ago William Hurt was
missed from his customary haunts.
His genial face was never seen eli cling
around a billiard table in the Baldwin
Hotel. He was not at hand to take
fatherly interest in the Individual with
wooden shirt on aud pocket full of gold,
who didn't quite understand the way to
act when in Oig city. Mr.. Hurt always
took good care of these friandless citizens,
Where is Billy Hurt?" sporty girls
and sporting men have been asking, but
got no answer.
Where is William Hurt Esq. ?"
People who live plainly and minded their
own business could not tell.
Where is Count Wilhelmj Hurt of
the Hotel de Palace?" Not a gentleman
of color nor society light could give any
Information as to the nObleman's where
abOuts.
The police didn't know either. Plain
Bill Hurt, Bunco Hurt. had disappeared.
The fellows that ran poker games
heaved sigh of relief They were tired
Of keeping a sharp lookout for William.
The chappy with more money than gray
matter did not have to hire detective to
hide under the table while he INDUCED in
friendly game of draw with the count.
Nobody knew that Billy had reformed,
like Buckley, turned farmer" and be-
come plain Mr.. W. Watts, who in com
pany with Banker Weaver, was in Guate-
mala TO buy or sell horsefieSh. The passen-
gers on the San Jose knew Mr.. Watts, but
they ali declared they had o acquaintance
with William Hurt. He bought a ticket
and told the purser that he was farmer,
and no one doubled his Veracity.
When the San JOse's purser knew that
he had the famous short-card maa with
him as passenger he thanked his stars
that he wasn't playing cards last trip
NO" he said; "Mr. Watts, farmer, and
Mr.. Weaver. banker. did not do any gam
bling on the way up. Tney were in Guate-
maa o buy and sell horses. you know.
did they take any horses down with
them? | do not know. They didn't
bring any away. however"
Pretty soon Mr.. Watts came down the
gangplapk. He had a crease in both his
trousers, such as farmers always have
ana wore pair of patent leather shoe,
just like those the farmers wear He
looked we'll in neat check suit, such as
rural parties usually purchase for holiday
purposes. No, Mr.. Waits had never heard
Of William Hurt, ESQ.
Mr.. Weaver, banker, was not cOnspicu.
Gus. he only knew Mr.. Watts incl
dentally, you know. just an ocean voy-
age acquaintance.
Mr.. Watts and Mr.. Weaver went up the
wharf together, while Captain Russell
and the purser, who had by this time been
told who their passenger was. followed
the horse-dealers wi their four eyes like
the avengIng pursuer OF two pair of much
a bused aces