The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1899-07-09
FRIENDS WEARY OF HIM
FORM A CONSPIRACY AND RING
IN A DECK OF CARDS.
Plight of the Boaster When He Bet
His Only Clothes On a Losing
Hand and Was Compelled to Stay
In Camp and Miss Good Sport
During Balance Of the Trip.
lChicago Inter Ocean.l

to let the game of draw alone, in my
opinion" said Inspector of Indian
Agencies ]. Z. Jenkins, who probably
does more travelling in the course of a
year than any other man in the gov
eminent service. Il am talking about
game of draw that happened last fall
down in the territory, on the south
bank of the Canadian river, in the
Chickasaw country, between four st.
Louis men. They were on their annual
hunting trip down there. They were
we'll known business men of old st.
Loo, pals of half a lifetime, and they
had been after bear, deer, feathered
game or any old thing shootable down
in the territory every year together for
more than a decade. They always
played poker on these outings, too, and
the bank president always got all the
money. The other three couldn't do
anything whatever with the bank pres
ident's brand of poker. They'd been
digging at him on these excursions for
ten years, trying every conceivable
scheme to get his money, and even
playing in combination against him,
but when it came time to strike camp
he always had all the money in the
crowd, owned all the camp fixtures and
served out smoking tobacco to his three
CHuillS III d lOIuly way OillS NhCA AC
felt generous. 1t made 'em hot, but
they had to accept his aims if they
wanted to smoke.
THE three of 'em determined, when
the party sent out from st. Louis in
their special car last autumn, that the
bank president wasn't going to come
back from the hunting trip with all the
money, even if they had TO leave his
bones to bleach on the banks of the
Canadian They declared fOOpthaF that
the bank presidents sassiness for the
remainder of the year after eating them
up at poker down in the territory was
something unbearable, and they didn't
intend TO stand it any more.
They played little poker in their
car on the trip down from st. Louis,
and this gave one of the three con-
spirators a chance to get hold of the
bank presidents two decks of cards.
The conspiratOr carefully marked these
two decks-marked 'em both just the
same way-and then, during the tenn
porary absence of the bank president in
another part of the car, he deliberately
explained to his two companions in
infamy how he had done it, the three
going over the bank presidents two
decks in detail, so as to muster the
markings. Then the two decks were
returned furtively to the bank presi-
dents grip, and the rest of the playing
on the trip down was done with ordi-
nary packs. They never played big on
these journeys. anyhow, but reserved
their stiff games for the bad weather
days in camp.
Ringing In the Marked Deck
when they got to their point of de-
barkatiOn on the line they left their
car on a siding and struck out for their
regular camp. about seventy-five miles
from the railroad. They stuck to the
bagging of pelts and antlers for week
or so; then threatening looking morn
ing came along, and the bank presi-
dent suggested poker.
What's the use?' they all demurred,
cycling the bank president gloOmily.
You always get the whole works, and
then you're insufferable for the rest of
the year. We don't think you're on the
level anyhow
oh, I'll give you all chance this
time said the bank president, grin
ming. 1 won't be hard upon you. Then,
you see, the more you fellows play with
me in the game, why, the more You
learn about poker. and I'm sure the in
structiOn you get helps you a lot IN
your games with the dubs up in ST.
Loo. I'm noted, anyhow, for my gener-
osity in giving others the benefit of my
wisdom
WELL said the spokesman and
arch-conspirator of the three, wen
play little game of table stakes, but
checks don't go; this thing of the three
of us writing you checks that keep your
large family in opulence for a year
is
All right. let it be table stakes,
replied the bank president. amiIbly.
I'm not a man to take bread out OF the
mouths of the impoverished anG with
more of such badinage the game
started.
An ordinary deck was used first-a
deck out of the satchel of the rea! es-
tate man, the infamous membe,' of me
conspiring trio who had marked the
bank presidents cards. Finally a CAL
was made for Gew deck, and the
bank president produced enc from his
satchel, one of those the conspiTatoIs
had marked. They let the bank presj-
dent pull down a coupe of sizeablc
pots with this deck just foc the sake
of enjoying his renewed impertiGence,
and then they went at him good and
hard. At the end of an hour they had
the bank presidents supply Of ready
cash-about S500-badly wilted. He
had only 500 left when it came around
the real estate mans turn TO dish out
a Jackpot round. The bank prtsi-
dent was under the gun, as they say
out there of the man who's t. the left
VI the QedlcI VI JdCh ktN, anu He
cracked the pot open for the limit. The
other two stayed, and when i got up
to the real estate man he raised il he
limit. This knocked his two Confed-
crates out of it-as a matter of fact
the arch conspirator winked them cut
of it-but the limit was just what the
bank president wanted, with his four
bullets.
Downfall of the Boaster.
1.-The bank president took one card
with crafty I'll-mdke him think I'm
four-flushing expression of counte-
nance. The real estate man, WIN
queen high sequence flush of hearts
remarked that the bunch he hal was
good enough for him. Then they GIT
to betting, and ii was no time at all
before the bank president had done the
tapology act with the remains OF his
$780, He pulled out d check book then,
and was fumbling around for a foun-
tain pen when the real estate man
called him down.
mot on your life he said. Agree
ment was that checks don't go you'll
remember.
But this hand the bank president
started to say.
Makes no difference about that
hand interrupted the real estate man.
Agreement was for table stakes
But great Caesar, man. pleaded the
bank president, L want to get some
kind of a decent run for this hand.
Why, I'd bet the clothes right Off my
back on it,
Well said the real estate man,
calmly, we didn't make any stipUla
ton about clothes and personal POS
sessions, and you can bet the clothes