The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1899-08-14
HE PLAYED in VAIN
DROPPED $4,000 AND FAILED TO
CALL THE TURN.
he Was Careful Player, But Luck
Would Not Come His Way In This
Long Branch Gambling Room
Did Not Even Rake In a White
Chip.
Chicago Inter Ocean.1

many as the QeeQS OF nerOlSill on the
battlefield. Stories have been told of
now fortunes were won and lost on the
single turn of card in faro and how
men had risked their all on the turn of
the roulette wheel and lost. Here is a
story, the truth of which is vouched
| for, which, while il does not involve
the loss of a very big fortune, eXempll-
fies the nerve of a gambler
The game took place one night last
week in the famous Pennsylvania club.
at Long Branch, over those historic ia
bles where hundreds of thousands or
dollars have changed hands.
1t was one of those ideally cool sum-
mer nights for which the Atlantic re-
sorts are famous. Long Branch. after
wildly hilarious evening, was gradu-
ally sinking into slumber. Hardly one
of the long array of frame buildings
showed CLEAN of light above the
ground floor. The very air seemed dead.
Even the usually crowded parlors and
gambling rooms of the famous Penn
sylvania club were robbed of half their
accustomed throng. The roulette wheel
! had stopped for lack of players. In one
corner of the beautiful crystal drawing
room a party of four yawned as draw
poker gave way to a game of hearts
for a quarter a spot.
The faro bank had two players only.
and the dealer was listlessly drawing
out the cards. too inert even to an
nounce the results. a duty which his
cue box keeper was performing in his
stead.
AT the end Ct this deal" the dealer
finally drawied. Il guess I'll close the
game"
NO objection from this quarter" re-
piled one of the players, a well known
figure in Wall street, and man who
staked his thousands on turn of the
market as carelessly as he now tossed
white chips on the painted cards be-
fore him, too Indifferent often TO OBJ
serve where they fell.
Nor from this" asserted the other.
ITO tell the truth. the game tonight re-
minds me of the last funeral CHANGED
to attend" he added, as he turned to
observe a newcomer.
Game still going, / see," remarked
the latter. as ne returned the nod. half
of recognition. half of inquiry. May l
use up a stack"
AT the Pennsylvania club chips are
800 a stack.
"Oh. certainly" replied the dealer.
with just a touch of interest in his
tone. I'VE were about to close the
game. but-always willing to oblige our
friends, you know"
MIR. Samuels" of Chicago.
We'll. for starter, just white chip
on the ace. We western men are rather
fond of bullets. I'm from Chicago. My
name is Samuels. Jacob iSamuels. Ran
in east with my wife for a few weeks,
and a friend introduced me here"
Seven loses. nine wins" drawled the
dealer. resuming the play with a shade
of interest.
Lucky in not losing. anyhow" OBJ
served the newcomer. Think I'll cover
the court cards with a red chip over
the queen"
Jack loses. ten wins.
A blue over the queen" was Sam
uelS' only response.
Ace loses. six wins and the deal
er's assistant drew down the first bet.
\ red on the ace was the next play.
but the one spot was the next card
shown. 4 red on the ten, coppered;
blue to the left on the seven, taking in
the six. seven and eight. and a white.
for luck" on the corner of the three,
this also covering the five.
King loses. four wins And the as
sistant added the blue over the queen
to the banks pile of checks.
a deep sigh from the western man.
But he doubled his remaining bets.
Seven loses. ace wins
1.-Two more blue chips gone. but again
he doubled his bets. dropping four blues
to the left of the seven. But the next
turn swept them away.
1.-The court cards, The court cards,'
he muttered, dropping pile of blues
over the queen.
Three loses. ten wins" and two
bets were lost at once.
The broker, splitting even so far on
the deal, turned to the western man:
Forty Turns Without Winning.
Hard luck, old man" he observed
Double up and you'll win out. Your
turn must soon come; so | think I'll
follow you for a while"
The old gamblers rule of never push
your bad luck was thu own aside, and
Samuels. after buying another stack of
chips, began TO plunge. The white chip
bets grew to stacks of blues; the blues
to double stacks as he placed them on
the cards: but he still lost.
Once he stacked the remains of his
pile on the deuce. The next instant it
came.
Deuce loses. deuce wins and his
chips were split. Shifting the remain
ing half to the nine, 1t also was swept
away.
Again he bought, and still again his
roll of bank notes steadily growing
smaller, while the dealer. without the
flicker Of an eyebrow, added the Dur-
chases to his own pile.
A second $1,000 followed the first. The
perspiration was standing thick on the
brow of the man from Chicago. The
veins in his temples swelled, his tongue
was hot and dry. He called for glass
of brandy but the trmebling of his fin
gers spilled half before it could reach
his lips One toss. the remainder was
swallowed, and the glass dropped TO the
floor with crash.
Forty turns without a winning. i'm
possiblei" exclaimed one of the heart
players. as he Joined the group that
watched the play.
The broker had dropped out long ago,
and his companion now followed.
Samuels was playing alone against
the bank where thousands had fruit
lessly "bucked the tiger
The brandy seemed To steady the
PLAYER Not another bet above a red
chip" he announced. It'll the case
card. No more splits, if you please"
Now for the SIX" he exclaimed, as
a pile of blues was stacked on the card.
But no six came. White chips were
put up here flat, these covering two,
sometimes on four, bur steadily his pile
went down. He coppered in vain. The
same inexorable fate pursued him.
Then they were played OTen, but the
result was TIE same
$1,000 Lost Without Winning Bet.
The turn; six, ace and jack in the
box, came the cry; and Samuels' $4,000