The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1896-04-12

Albany March Alt does beat all
how cards viii sometimes keep a-runnin
all one way for long time" remarked
| Old Scho, apropos of nothing in partic-
ular. during an informal meeting of the
! Gladstone Club, as he toyed with a stack
of red chips, which. like all their blue
and white and yellow companions in this
city, have become useless. except as
counters in an innOcuous game of whist
or casino. since the reform wave came
along and closed up all the places where
men used to gamble on the green.
Old Soho heaved a meditative sigh, re-
| hectively stroked his white chin whiskers,
and looked up and around to observe
whether any of the other members were
/ listening to him. Having satisfied himself
| that there were at least three or four
who were ready to give willing ears to
the yarns that he spins on the slightest
| provocation. or no provocation at all, he
continued:
4 remember one night. years ago, when
| Paddy Martin was running a keno joint
| up here on Broadway, l made the biggest
| scratch of my life. 1t was like this: I'm
broke. and I'm just going out when
/ friend of mine comes in an says to
/ him: Lemme have $40, will YEP He puts
his hand in his pocket an pulls out $40
an gives it to me. l go in and 1 bet
| just one card, for half dollar, an l
win the pool. There was 81 dollars in
the pool Well 1 don't play no more
keno that night, but I go over to the
White House an go up agin the bank,
/ an | win 81. 100. / simply can't lose a bet.
/ l win all the time that night"
| AS those who had been listening were
| old and well-seasoned members OF the
| Gladstone club whose purpose is, ana Is
! distinctly specified in its articles of incor-
| poration, the promotion of the social en-
| joyment and the intellectual Development
| of its members, they did not snow tndt
| they had been profoundly impressed by
| Old Schos narrative. They had often heard
| him tell similar stories, all of which ne
warranted to be true in every detail. But
| the old man was not discouraged by the
/ apparent want of appreciation on the part
of his audience. With little preliminary
| cough, which had no suggestion of an apol-
/ ogy in its sound, he began again;
| Il remember another time, up in sara
| toga one night l see Gull Holland win $50
with two cents off the roulette wheel in
| Gale Mitchens Then he goes over agin the
faro bank an win something like two
| thousand"
This time the solemn-looking member,
| with the long, flowing black moustache,
| felt himself impelled to ask:
| How could he win anything with two
! cents? They wouldn't let him put it down.
| "Oh, yes they would They'd let him put
| anything down, even a brass button, ana
1 pay him, too. OF course, they knoWed MIN
| well, an he'd been losing quite little
A brief period of silence interviewed, dur
| ing which the old man stroked his whis-
kers three times. Then he resumed his dis
! course:
IAN then again, I've seen the cards
| run agin a man all night / remember
one night when l was dealing faro in
| Chicago, there was man playing, he was
| the brother of some senator; forget his
name now-an' he lose thirty-three bets
| right straight off the reel. He gets
| stand-off now an then, but he never
| picks a bet off the layout. Blmeby he
| win a few bets, but pretty soon he lose
| again. an along lords midnight l guess
he's putty near broke. He reaches down
in his pocket and pulls out 500 bill, an
he hands it over and says; Put that
the the Ave- We an she lose the next turn.
Well, that man he just gave one gasp
! PLAYERS that was sitting 'longside OF MIN
| began to rub his hands an one man
called for water They thougnt ne q rant a.,
| says Oh no, he amt tainted; ne dead.
| Ye see, I'd seen telloW dle Just IKE
| that once before, an L knowed the signs
| Then the solemn looking member spoke
| up again and remarked; -. ...
| ''XVell now I'll tell you people just one
little story. It's little, but II rue , see see
| in Johnny Mack's one night ana ne ohy
| has half a dollar to begin with, and ne
| begins to play the high card ana l m
! blamed if he don't beat every turn through
| a whole deal, from top to bottom. AT
! the end of the deal he has about SIG.
|
| asked the smooth-faced, dark-haired
member with the streaks OF gray at MS
temples. lit o,,,rz oil tho
"TRen he Couldn't have had 49, even If
he beat every turn, for there are only
Wv" "AWy saw. you're too particular. He
| might have bet a little more toward the
| last Anyway. he had about $40; -,
| "Did he win any more, or did ne lose
| If ali again?'' inquired the member with
the flowing gray moustache ana the
S'9 ~ really don't know; came away just
you must have been broke"
"Elses a team of horses couldn't have
"6R' don't know. I guess I've come
away winner as often as most people
| talk about being broke, continued Oid
Soho. who had been smoking vigorously
| while the others were talking, reminds
me of one time when me an another fei-
| low out in Chicago run a faro Dank Tor
! three days with only s. In the bank roll;
| You see, we had the use OF the rooms ana
| the layout but we couldn't get no money,
| SO we just thought we'd take chance.
| We had several close calls. One time
| fellow had out about 800 worth OF chips,
| but he kept APPLYING, an of course he
| lose it all back again. Another time some
| small players got 81 out Of our hve, an
| things looked mighty blue for us. At last
| there comes along fellow with big wad
one night, an the cards go agin him from
| the start. Putty soon we have about a
| thousand dollars of his money; then he
| strikes a lucky streak an win it putty
near all back again, but he don't quit, an
| bimeby he lose again, an he keeps on
a-losin' until about O'Clock in the morn
| ing, when he gets up an says he's broke.
An how much money do we s'pose we win
| off that fellow?"
ooh about a hundred thousand" grave
| ly remarked the solemn member.
Probably about a million, If we let you
tell it," said the fat member
Old Soho looked up with an expression
evidently intended to be one of injured in
/ nocence.
mo, gentlemen" said he. what I'm
telling you is the honest truth. We win
just five thousand and nine dollars, an
not a cent more"
rs that all?" asked the short, stout
member with the smiling face and the
stubbly, black moustache, in a tone of deep
surprise.
old Soho took few vigorous puffs at
his pipe. Then he began again:
Say. you people remember the time
when they used TO deal draw poker around
the table, just like stud? Well, in them