The Appeal. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. ;) 1889-19??, 1899-07-15
FORTUNES LIGHTLY LOST.

tlCle OF CONLTcCllCu ~ LIS ASoCoA ~ 1900
he struck match and coolly lit a cigar.
think those who saw the play felt
good deal sorrer for him than he did
for himself.
".Bud.' said Hcsford to the herder, I'm
no hog, I'll just split the difference with
vou.' and he began to count Out. half
of the money he had won from the sneep
man. ---.-e-t~z-s
!" mo. YOU WON'T replied the herder,
| hut YOU can give me drink and bottle
to put in my pocket.
| ".Better take a couple thousand and
rim to Frisco or Denver and have a
whirl out Of it, anyhow persisted Hos
ford. 49,.
reply He wasn't sulky at all, and ne
didn't try to look abused. He was simply
all man and all game.
!" where are YOU bound for now?' asked
Posford after settling for the drinks.
Back to the old G-S,' said the herder,
and he started for the ranch an hour
later. He had bought three blue flannel
shirts, a pair of top boots and a poncho,
and he took these things along with him
in bundle They were all he got out
Of lis $4,000. He was found frozen stiff
on the south bank of the Snake River the
next winter.
"Tom Vanbrugh, who in the late sew
entities ran the two biggest lay-oIts on the
Pacific coast, one in San Francisco and
the other in Portland and who died only
three or four years ago in Melbourne,
Australia, was another splendid loser.
His rival in San Francisco was Byron
McGregor. McGregor had g. big faro lay
out on Kearney street. The two msn
didn't particularly fancy each other. Nc
| Gregor went up to Portland in the sum-
mer of '7S and bucked Vanbrugln's bank
there to a standstill. Vanbrugh closed
the Portland place. Then McGregor
brought his winnings down to Vanbrugh's
| c. &c IL rrnif1 loon-
unprecedented run of luck, lasting for
| more than a week, he closed Vanbrugh
out. Vanbrugh realized $60,0e0 on MS
California investments and took the
bunch to McGregor's Kearney street
place. McGregor dealt himself. Van
I'D e lest every dollar OF his moasy.
'Vanbrugh,' said McGregor to him,
! after the last turn out of the box, III
giVe you $4,000 year and percentage
! if you'll run No. 2 game here for me-
Much obliged said Vanbrugh, but
I've worked too long for myself to be
going to take a sail, anyhow
"'Wou,d $3.50, say, be of any s, to
you to make startY McGregor asked
him. The two men, ss say, weren't Far
ticularly fond Of each oths., hi they
were very square aid generous chas:a. |r'<
1
we haven't been on good enough terms
for that replied Vacb-ugh, and he:
walked out. An hour Later he was the
most genial and collected man in his party
out at the Cliff House. A lot of his
friends offered to start him going aga:n
in Sam Francisco but he smiling.y asked
them not to talk business during hours
CT diversion. The next day he was q
board the steamer bound for Australia,
and he never returned to San Francisco
His estate was inventori@d at half a mil
lion when he died. ~z1E3ax~lzescyIE.xsss'ts"<s~
Then recall the game lose made by
en- Irish coal miner named Larkin, in
Loavenworth, in 1881. He had been MAX
| ing 81 day in the mine, and was un-
married. He wasn't drinking man.
When he knocked off work en- summer
evenings he would bat ball around a
1ot tor ths young, fellows until darkness
tame on. Some relative Of his was killed
in railway accident in Ireland, and a
| New York lawyer came along one day
! and handed Larkin $4,000. Larkin wash:d
Up and took the money over to one OF
| the priests. The priest told him he'd bet
| ter bank the money. and the two started
downtown to a bank. On the way down
! a little girl hurried up to the priest and
told him her mother was very III and
asking for her confsssor. The prie-t tod
Larkin to keep right on ahead to the b--.E
and to put the money therein immeai tel.
not stopping by the way=ide for any puc-
pose. Larkin got inside the bank and
| there was big line of dspositors before
| the window of the receiving teller n
stead Of taking his place in line, he wa.lel
at the door. Across the street he saw the
attractive window of Col. Jam:sons
bon ton gambling layout, which was
wide open at that time. He drifted across
to look on for a while until the line at
the receiving teller's window h-ul1 BE-
come reduced somewhat. He dropped tie
| whole $1,000 at a stud game in less than
an hour, and he walked back to his
boarding house whistling The Rakes O.
Mallow.' He finished out the afternoon
batting the ball around the lot for the
youngsters, and the next morning, with
his tin lamp in his hat and his dinner
bucket, he set out for the coal mine, still
whistling merriy. He succeeded in dodg-
ing the priest for a couple of weeks, but
the priest finally corralled him and gave
him the calling down Of his life
Sure, Oh didn't want tn money ex-
planned Larkin. Me firms wud have bin
look1n' tn Dyes out o. me till it all wint'
"A man who at one time owned the
finest saloon and restaurant in Denver
is now conductor on the Oregon Short
Line. He lost his establishment on a bet
He was an ardent Republican and an en-
thusiastic admirer of James G. Blaine.
When Blaine was running for president
he felt positive that the man from Maine
would be elected. He had many a fierce
argument over the probable result with a
wholesale grocer of Denver, a Democrat,
and finally he offered to bet his saloon and
restaurant against his friends wholesale
eraoerv that R1aire would win out. The
grocer took the bet, and the morning AFTER
the election he offered to take the losers
longtime notes for half the value of the
saloon and restaurant and call the bet
square.
You'll be sticking two-karat diamonds
IN every bar Of yellow soap you sell when
you get tintype Of me engaged in the
act of doing the baby turn said the
Blaine man, and he cleaned cut the draw
ers of his desk in the restaurant and
walked out. He went to work as a con-
ductor on the Midland two weeks later,
and he has been conductor ever since =
'"The hardest loser ever ran UP aga nst
was Joe Hill, who ran roadhouse, and
pretty profitable one, not far from
Omaha Joe lost $4,000 one week at
poker. That didn't break him, but it took
all of his. available cash. He was holy
show of a temper when he got UP from
his final lcse-out, and he hired horse
and went out to his roadhouse a-kiting.
Then he took heavy chair and went
through the place like wild man, smash
ing everything he saw. He was cold
sober, too, but a hard loser, and just mad.
After he had battered every stick of fur
niture in his place to sfnithereens, he tolC
all the employees to get out, and he de-
lJberately soaked the carpets with kero-
sene oil and touched match to them in
a dozen different places. The S.place
burned down in twenty minutes. 1t was
a quarter of a mile from any osner Place,
and there was no wind but I think Hill
would have burned 1t down had It'll been
light in the middle of the town and
cyclone blowing. He left Omaha after