The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1897-04-27

ratified me completely, and 1 really be-
lieve bet at random.
Whatever / did / lost, and the man
who had proposed the game won out
He was shot in gambling house three
months later-had an extra ace in his
sleeve. l believe or something like that
THE next freeze out, between three of
us, was comparatively short one. It
did not take more than 90 minutes for
the scout to gather in all the chips, but,
short as it was, managed to get myself
together little, though / was still full
of the thought of the value of the stakes
"a thing which, have noticed, always
interferes with my play.
When the third game began, how
ever, pulled myself together with
most tremendous effort and really be-
came as cool as ever had been before
at game of cards. The man 1 played
against this time was young English
man whom had grown to esteem highly
in the short time | had known him.
His people at home never heard this
story, and hope they never will. They
know that he was killed by the Indians
and that he was on hunting trip, but
they never heard of his last game of
cards nor Of the way he rode to his
death.
eve had each 800 beans, and half
dozen hands were dealt before either of
us got cards to bet on. Then on my deal
caught three deuces and made it 90 to
play. He looked at his cards and raised
me 90, which l covered He drew one
card and let it lie without looking at it,
while he watched me.
Il saw him looking, of course, and /
am more glad than am of almost any
thing else ever did in an almost use-
less life to think that 1 made the worst
play l ever saw made. I liked the man
well, as said, and some impulse that
| couldn't understand then, and can't
explain now, told me to leave the thing
to chance and to give him a little the
better chance.
81 bad played with him before, and ]
was certain that he was drawing to a
flush, and somehow I felt that he had
filled it. OF course / should have drawn
to the strength Of my hand, but didn't.
| drew one card only, holding up an
eight spot to my deuces. and / showed
all my beans into the pot without look
ing at my draw.
He gave me one look, in which l
read perfect appreciation Of what I
had done, and without word and
without lifting his fifth card he pushed
his chips forward.
''Then my nerve gave out. grew as
white as death, l know, though no one
ever told me so, and actually could
not lift my cards. His nerve never
shook, though, apparently, and he turn
ed his fifth card over as he laid it on
the blanket. They were all clubs.
"He looked at me, and l swear saw
regret in his eyes. tell you he was a
man. Then managed to turn my hand
over. had drawn the other eight "
The westerner stopped. He drained
his glass and then said:
Waiter, bring another bottle and
bring me some whisky besides. This stuff
doesn't go to the right spot. Then,
after he had had his drink, he said:
"You don't wonder, do you, that l
don't play poker any more?''
mo-" said his hearers, "but finish
the story.
''Oh, there isn't much more to it. At
least that is the end of it, as 1 think
about it. The Englishman shook hands
with us all and rode away. We watched
him until he fell, and he must have gone
fully three miles. A good many Indians
fell before he did, for he was a clever
shot. Later in the day the company
came to our rescue, and am glad to
say good many more Indians paid for
his death with their own. New York