The Worcester spy. [volume] (Worcester, Mass.) 1898-1904, 1899-08-31
HuckEp THE TIGER.
How Western Man Lost $4,000 at
Faro With Never a Winning Bet.

1t was one of those ideally cool sum
mer nights for which the Atlantic coas
resorts are famous. Long Branch, af.
ter wildly hilarious evening. was
gradually sinking into slumbeF. Hard.
~ one of the long array of frame build.
ings showed CLEAN Of light above ths
ground floor. The air seemed dead.
Even the usually crowded parlors and
gaming rooms of the famous Pennsyl-
wanna Club were robbed of half theil
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
I! as draw poker gave way TO a game OF
hearts for quarter q spot.
| The faro bank had two players only,
| says the New York Press, and the deal
er was listlessly drawing out the cards,
too inert even to announce the results
| a duty which his cue box keeper was
performing in his stead.
AT the end of this deal" the dealer
finally drawled, II guess I'll close the
| game"
mo objection from this quarter re-
Piled one of the players, a well known
| figure in Wall street and a man who
| staked his thousands on a turn of the
| market as carelessiy as he now tossed
| white chips on the painted cards before
him, too Indifferent often to observe
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 on, see," re-
marked the latter, as he returned the
nod, half of recognition, half Of in
CURRY. May use up stack?"
"Oh, certainly" replied the dealer,
with just touch of interest in his tone
I'VE were about to close the game, but
always willing to oblige our friends,
you know"
We'll, for a starter, just white chip
on the ace. We western men are rath-
er fond of bullets. I'm from Chicago
| My name is Sannuels, Jacob Samuels
Ran in east with my wife for a few
weeks and friend introduced me
here"
Seven loses, nine wins" drawled the
dealer. resuming the play with shade
of interest.
Lucky in not losing. anyhow" OBJ
served the new conner. Think I'll cover
the court cards with a red chip over
| the queen"
Jack loses. ten WINS
| A blue over the queen was Sanuels
only response.
Ace loses, six WINS and the dealers
assistant drew down the first bet.
| A red on the ace was the next play,
but the one spot was the next card
drawn. A red on the ten, coppered; a
blue to the left of 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"
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: n
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 while"
The old gamblers rule of never
push your bad luck was thrown 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 still he lost.
] Once he stacked the remains of his
| pile. Deuce loses, deuce wins" and
his chips We're split. Shifting the re-
naming half on the deuce The next
instant 1t came: to the nine, it was also
swept away.
Again he bought, and still again his
troll of bank notes steadily growing
smaller, while the dealer, without the
flicker of an eyebrow, added the pur-
chases to his own pile
A second thousand dollars followed
the first. The Precipitation was stand
| ing thick on the brow of the man from
Chicago The veins of his temples
swelled, his tongue was hot and dry
He called for glass of brandy, but
the trembling of his fingers spilled half
before it could touch his lips One toss
the remainder was swallowed and the
glass dropped to the floor with a crash
Forty turns without winning-im-
possible!' 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 red
chip" he announced, until the case
card. No more splits, if you please"
| Now for the six he exclaimed, as q
| pile of blues were stacked on the card.
| But no six came. White chips were
| put up here fiat, but steadily his pile
went down. He coppered in vain The
| same memorable fate pursued him. Then
they were played open, but the result
was the same.
'sThe turn; six, ace and jack in the
box" came the cry; and Samuels $4,000
behind.
i He raised his, eyes to those of the
dealers. He might as we'll have tried
to seek out the mysteries of space. The
cold, impassive face of the man who
held the silver case never changed. AS
4 stolid as the sphinx he sat
| The countenance of the loser was liv.
Id with anxiety, and disappointment
He opened his lips, but the words re-
fused to come. The cold perspratior
that had stood in beads began to cours,
down his cheeks The night was cool
but long ago his coat, collar and ii,
had been stripped off and lay besid,
him on tho floor
Suddenly his features lost their tens,
expression. He wiped his face on hi,
shirt sleeve, and sat for a momen
with head hung down, tapping the tabl,
with his finger tips.
Then he Strengthened up. 'Let m,
See he said, as calmly as though h,
had just sat down, 81 am a matter o
$4,000 behinde You pay four for one j
i call the order of the next four cards
| have exactly $4,000 left. If you'll pa,
aside the limit I'll quit $4,000 ahea,