Sunday Washington globe., 1902-04-20

uOhIa OF the ulklk came anu went Aklll LnGy
played till the dull gray of the morning
came slowly peering in at the windows.
Neither seemed to gain and the game was
about even. Tie stakes were high ones.
They were a deed to the ST. Salicis prop
erty, by far the finest body of land in the
neighborhood. The present owner of the
property was Jose Avedo, Spaniard, who
had inherited il from his father along with
an inordinate passion for gambling His
partner, or bitter opponent, was Edward
Could, lawyer, who had learned his profess
sion in Louisiana, graduated with honor, but
who possessed the luck of the devil at gam
bling. Jose had at last having lost half his
property to Gould, with the bravado of des-
peration challenged him to a game for the
whole or nothing Gould endeavored to
dissuade him, but the Spaniard was plucky,
and flung back at him that he was a coward,
and the lawyer had nothing to do but ac.
cept the challenge. At last the Spauiard
threw down full hand, three queens and
pair OF sevens It was the old-fashioned
game of "freeze-out" A smile of triumph
fitted over the Spaniard's face as he reached
for the deed, but low curse was all that
escaped his thin lips as Could threw down
four tens. Then coolly stepping to his safe
he locked up the deed and lighted a cigar
cite. The Spaniard wrapped himself up in
his cloak aud disappeared Gould that day
recorded his deed, and it soon became
noised about that he had purchased the rich
tract of St. Salcis Gould then and there
made a resolve never to touch a card again,
and the SOaniard disappeared from San
Diego. In less than a month Could had
sold his tract Of land to a rich company
from the East aud announced that he was
going to San Francisco to live. He had re-
ceived handsome competency, and was
resolved to return to his profession In the
city Of the Golden Gate. he opened his office,
applying himself diligently to his profess
sion. His success was commensurate III
that new country with his application and
abilities He was handsome, cool and elo-
quent What was more he was successful,
and succeeded in acquitting his clients. His
fame spread far and wide, and large fees
flowed in upon him. In short, he was on
the highway to success.
In May. 1854 a cold blooded murder was
committed in Placer county, and a Spanard
who was called Spanish Joe was arrested on
suspicion The murdered man had only
been short time in the neighborhood, was
quite and peaceabe and minded his own
business. He lived by himself, and went
by the name of Baltimore Jack, as some one
had heard him say that he came from Balti-
more Beyond that nothing was known of
his antecedents. He came to town once a
week, and with his dust laid in his sup.
plies, his claim yielding but fairly well.
One day fellow miner went to borrow a
pan, and not finding Jack, aud receiving no
answer to his knock, he oyened the rude
cabin door and there torrible sight met
his eyes. Jack lay upon the door stone
dead. Three bullet holes in his head had
done the work BY him lay his pipe, and
il was evident that he had been shot while
smoking his pipe before retiring, as he sat
upon his bed. AT once the affrightened
miner pale and out of breath. rushed to
town and gave the news that Baltimore
Jack had been murdered The miners went
out and gave him a decent burial and the
officials proceeded to try and discover the
murderer Now, Spanish Joe had borrowed
revolver a short time previous Of a saloon
! keeper, and when he returned it three of
| the barrels were empty. He was seen to
| go in the direction of Jacks cabin, and the
/ bullets that killed Jack were found to fit
the weapon. Such convincing circum-
stances in those days were suspicious, to
say the least, and Spanish Joe was locked
up in the adobe jail. Then it was an
nounced that Gould, the great criminal
/ lawyer of San Francisco, was to defend
him, and everybody wondered where Joe
| got his money from. But the lawyer came,
and, sure enough. proceeded at once to the
| Jail, and was locked up in consultation
| with his client.
You promised me once that you would
grant me any request" said Spanish Joe
Now you must save my life"
Yes, Jose Alvedo, did and III do my
best What's your story"
Well, l shot him. When lost my place
to you at cards I had nothing left but my
knowledge Of cards and health and the
woman loved, but who was not my wife,
| Delphina. When ] went home she had
found it all out and upbraided me as only
an euraged Spanish woman can That
/ night she left me and lived with a gambler
over the saloon. i saw no more of her, ex-
cept when she Haunted her silks in my face
as sometimes she passed me on the street
The man whom she lived with was the man
l / killed. One Saturday night Jack came
into a saloon where was sitting, and
though he was generally very quiet that
night his tongue ran on like mad, and he
told of his home in Baltimore and how he
/ aud turned gamber how he fell in love
| with rich greaser's woman, and how, un-
beknown to him, they had carried on; and
how the greaser had finally gambed away
/ his property, and Delphina had left him
and come to him. / knew my man, aud my
mind was soon made up. The next day
shot him as he was smoking his pipe before
/ going to bed. Now, that's the scrape, and
| Could, you must get me out Of it,"
The latter declared the case was difficult,
but that he would bend all his energies
to securing a delay, which was the only
chance he could hope for. Diligently he
went to work preparing afidavits, and when
the case was called his showing was so
strong that continuance was granted by
| the court
That night Could, who had frequent con.
situations with his client. came with a fast
horse to the door Of the Jail, and telling the
ailor, for he had become we'll acquainted
with him. Il shall start back by moonlight
and have a long conference with Jose 4"