The daily morning journal and courier., 1899-09-22

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 "'Youre always getting your shoes
 shined
 l Yes, I know, the same thing hap
 pened to Sheridan, wasn't it, but that's
 no reason why it shouldn't happen te
 New York sport too
 T hustled Pete into cab in hur- l " and before that young fellow had quite recovered from his surprise we
 were well out of the way, l never said
 a word until we got to the bath, and | then 1 looked Pete well over and says:
 In the name of all that's good
 Pete, tell me why you hit that fellow? ~ Why says Pete, he's always get l ting his shoes shined l knew I'd have to hit him some time, and l just | couldn't wait any longer
 Pete took a long breath, and seeing that I was still puzzled he went on: Five Sundays ago I came out of that place after an all-night play, loser. l drank lot and I smoked a lot, and l was tired. I felt dirty and my face was drawn. I was sore on the world. The first man I struck is this cuss get ting his shoes shined, all dressed up in his Sunday clothes, nice DIE necktle on, his hair parted in the middle and his moustache waxed, l don't know why, but I hated the cuss the minute I laid eyes on him. It was the same thing the next Sunday and the nsxt, and last Sunday I thought I'd have to hit him. He always looked SO nice and clean that I felt like driving him a bit He's been like ghost to me, and when l came out loser again this morning. l felt like going some other way for fear I'd see him there getting his shoes shined. Well, we did see him, and knew I'd have to soak him before we got to the corner. I just couldn't help it. and l want to tell you that I feel a hundred per. cent better for It.
 Now what do you think of that? Of course you can't understand it, but if you was a gambler like Pete, you'd see it quick enough. Would you like to hear a story agout the effect of win ming streak on beef stew? Yes? Well, you know one of the gamest old gam blers, you ever heard of is Denham Thompson, the actor. He's a born gambler and he's at 1t when his pock- cts lined same as when it isn't. Den and friend, whom we'll call Jack, lost lot of money in Chicago few years ago and for two days they were broke. It was hard scratching for place to sleep and as for eating, well, they didn't manage to get any more than enough to keep alive on. One night they went to Buck B-'s gambling house to see if Den could land friend who'd stake them They hadn't had bite to eat all day and were pretty hungry. Buck keeps a cafe on the ground floor of his place and the first thing that struck Den and Jack wh:n they went in, was the odor of nice fresh beef stew.
 "Gosh, ain't that great' says Den.
 Food for the gods. Jack
 Never smelt anything like it be- fore says Jack. 'Terrapin and cham pagne for the fool, Den, but beef stew for you and me
 "They stood there just sniffin the aroma of beef stew, making eyes at each other and breaking the silence ev- cry few minutes to say something about that beef stew. Pretty soon Den spots a friend and manages to borrow q ten spot.
 "'Come he says, we'll make or break on it. f4
 But says Jack, snifin at the beef stew.
 "'No sirree,' says Den, and he and Jack went up stairs. The details aren't interesting, so I'll only say that when Den quit he had eight hundred dollars in his pocket. He and Jack came down stairs together and the first thing ,..t, ,Ia ftf beef stew.
 'Phew" says Jack what is that smell?'
 Perfectly disgusting says Den, I should think Buck would be careful about the way he scents up the place.
 I never smelt anything like it, says Jack. Let's leave the place at once. and those two old hypocrites went out arm in arm and made bee line for restaurant where they had meal that reduced the roll to almost seven hun dred dollars
 I've got one more if you'd like to hear it. Two friends of mine were broke and pretty hungry. One was an indefatigable gambler, the other man who thought of his stomach before any thing else in the world. They stood in front of Sixth avenue beanery lock- ing hungrily at pot of pork and beans from which waiter was taking some for a customer. They hadn't cent between them, but pretty soon friend of my game friend came along and passed out a two dollar bill on request,
 Thank heavens, we can have some of those beans now said the hungry one.
 "'We can, eh??' said the other. Well wait a while and we'll sae.'
 My friend made bee line for a gambling house, followed by the hun gry one, who pleaded with him elo- quently to get something to eat first. He was innexble, however, and few rnnutes later was seated Tn front of a layout with two dollars worth of checks before him. He won a little and then he lost little, and every two minutes the hungry one would whisper | to him to quit and get some beans He drew fascinating pictures of that bean pot they had been look ing at, but the other was game to the core He finally had about twenty dol lars in front of him, and then began to plunge. The hungry one sasped for breath and finally implored him to give