The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1899-12-02

MS money-he had almost 10000 then
| In a string of useful horses, to be put
into the hands of competent trainer
or to have the whole bundle properly
| invested in some sort of annuity, tie-up
| scheme whereby when Reds streak of
luck fizzled out, he wouldn't have to
go back to buying cigarettes by the
cents worth. The man was too bull
| headed, though, to listen to anything
like this. He did, however, buy his old
mother fine house and install her in it,
and the old lady had stiff black silk
| dresses and poppy ornamented bon
nets galore in which to go to mass.
Meanwhile. Red was going up
against all kinds Of games around town
every night, and 1t honestly appeared
as IL he couldn't lose. Craps, stud polk
er, draw, wheel, red and black, mus
tang, bank--all seemed to be right in
Donnelly's mitt A lot of us used to
turn up where he was bucking things
every night, and, following his play
we always got the good end of it. He
didn't know much about the any Of the
games, and the idiotic things we had
often to do In order to consistently fol-
low his play made us gag, but nine
times out often they came out right.
One man in our party, bookmaker,
who determined to copper all Of Reds
play at the different games on the
theory that Donnelly's luck had to turn
some time before he came into the fold
and quit coppering.
"All of this time Donnelly had simply
been nlbbling at the red stuff. BY the
time his great luck was a month old,
however, the booze had nailed him, and
he got to throwing in the hooters early
in the morning. A man can't drink in
the morning and hang on either to luck
or judgment Red came into the ring
palpably drunk one afternoon and
spread around $4,000 on Strathmeath
at even money. None Of us wanted to
take the money, for if ever there was
rank in-and-outer, that horse was
Strathmeath. But Red was insistent
and was bit ugly, and we accommodated
him. Strathmeath ran third beaten
out by two dogs. That night Donnelly
dropped 100000 more at faro. Then he
didn't go to bed for five nights, and at
the end of that time he had about $4,000
left I never saw luck drop away from
a man like 1t did from Red Donnelly.
For instance, he was whacking at a
bank one night stupefied with hooters
of half rye and half absinthe, and he
shut one eye so he wouldn't seq double
and fixed 1t on the nine spot. He played
the nine open for $500 a clip, and lost it
twelve straight times. The frowns of
the lady Fortune got his nerve, and he
began to play favorites at the track.
The favorites went down to nglorious
defeat, one after another, for days.
Some Of the right kind of people, in
Guiding Schneider, got hold of Red when |
he had only the $4,000 left, landed him
In flx-up ward, and sobered him up. |
When he came out Donnelly was set up |
with an interest In an express business. |
don't believe he ever saw the inside
Of the express office more than half a
dozen times, except to draw what was
coming to him. He was at the track |
all the time the races lasted, and when
he season closed he put In his time
Town on the levee. He never had /
lays luck after his big streak up to !
he hour Of his death, somewhat less
han year after they came his way
With whoop and rush.
when the goddess smiles upon you,
you want to stroke her hair, chuck her
inder the chin and be good to her, for
he rarely acts amiable twice to flan
Who treats her favors wantonly-New
FORK Sun.