The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1899-07-09

valuation of the ticker
'''Dog-gone the luck said the bank
president. L don't want to call you. l
know I've got you beat. I'd be willing
to bet my corduroys. shoes, and hat
that I've got you soaked for
Made the Banker Strip Himself.
Rush 'em to the center them calm
ly replied the real estate man. Sup
posing l appraise the corduroys, shoes
and hat at $50 for the bundle. That
satisfactory
Its got to be-. replied the bank
president mournfully.
All right then <xut 'em IN the pot
and I'll consider that you've called me,
said the real estate man.
The bank president stood up, peeled
off his coat and waistcoat and hunting
breeches, and dropped them or to The
blanket that served for a cable. Then
he removed his pair of high hunting
shoes and placed them on top of the
clothes, and tossed his fore and-aft
cap on the heap. Then he sat down in
his underclothes, picked up his four
aces, and said:
Now, dern you. put down your lit
tie straight or -ull and I'll show you
what you're up against
The wealthy depositOrs of the St.
Louis bank OF Wnicn he was the head
would have enjoyed seeing his face
when the real estate man calmly laid
down his sequence flush and hauled
down the pot, toss and all, without I
word.
You're a good thing, amt your said
the other two, who had been taking the
play in with a positive knowledge of
how il was going to come out.
The BANK president looked pretty
forlorn as me three sat theie ana suyed
him. Finally he stood up.
Well said he to the real estate
man, III just write you a check for the
fifty you allowed on those toys of mine,
and he started to reach for the clothes
in order to dress himself. The real
estate man held the suit. shoes and hat
out of the bank presidents reach.
These things amt for sale he said
They'll all just about fit me-, trying on
the hat. and L guess I'll just hang on
to them as a sort If No. outfit
But. great Scott. man" exclaimed
the bank president, don't you know
that 1 haven't got another stitch in
camp-that that rigout's the only one I
brought from the carr
In Camp Without Clothes.
"'Too bad said the real estate man.
You hadn't ought tO've staked the toys
into the pot, then. Sorry, old man, but
honest, l really coulGn't think OF part
ing with these things for any amount
of money. I've only got one SUIT along
with me, too, ana only one hat and pair
of shoes, and # they get wet what am
l going 10 do? Got to nave a change
you know. l really feel deeply for you
in your prediCam@nt, and so do the
other boys-don't you, fellows but
need this outfit IN nay business.
THE other two men nodded their
heads in grave Endorsement of this
stand, and the bank president frothed
at the mouth.
What the devil do you expect me
to do, you blamed idiot? he shouted at
the real estate man. Stand around the
tent and SILVER or cut across the trail
in my underclotheS for the car to get
another set of togs?'
Il wish 1 could think of some plan
to help you out, old man.. answered the
real estate man, with commiseration in
his countenance, but / really couldn't
think, under any consideration, of Civ
ing up these things and he made the
suit, the shoes and the hat UP into a
neat bundle as he spoke. Just then one
of the other men, who had been prowl-
ing outside, came running into the
tent, breathless.
Say, fellows he exclaimed, there's
some bear tracks right over there in the
clearing and he grabbed his gun. So
did the other two. The bank president
made as if to pick up his rifle, too,
when his eye fell on his lack of raj
ment. BY that time the real estate
man was fifty yards from the tent, at
d loDe with the other two.
Hey, come back here, you con-
founded cutthroat" the financier yelled
after the real estate man, who had the
bank presidents clothes, shoes and hat
slung in a neat bundle over his Shout
der But the three men We're out of
voice range in jiffy.
Gets Nothing But Sympathy.
"They came back, beaming, along to-
ward nightfall, with the pelts of two
nice young black bears. They found
the bank president mOping around,
wrapped in a blanket and sulphuriZing
the air when they reached the tent.
Then they sat around him in a circle
and expressed their sincere sympathy
with him, and told him his case was
only one more instance of the awful
evil of gambling. After supper and a
pine thew all turned in. leaving the
bank president still sulking and utter
ing terrible maledictiOns under his
breath.
THE real estate man and the other
two went out early the next morning
the bank presidents clothes along with
them-and when they got back they
found the blanketed financier on the
verge of apopleXy from sheer wrath.
The real estate man then made great
show of charity by giving up the toys,
and the bank president was in a state
of good nature by the time camp was
struck. The three conspirators united
in letter of explanation, enclosing all
of their winnings. to the bank presi-
dent when the got back to st. Louis,
and when the bank president got the
letter and his disgorged losings. he was
most tiekled to death. and instantly
became as perky and impudent as ever.
~ knew you couldn't have done it
if you'd played on the square, said he,
the first time he met them. Wait till
next year, that's ALL