The Montgomery advertiser., 1902-08-20
NERVY GAMBLERS.
At Canfield'st Saratoga Palace Who Risk Thousands Every Minute.
Saratoga Correspondence of The New

Saratoga Correspondence of The New
 York Times.
 The faro games attracted the great players and the nigh play. It was ditil- cult for an ordi nary man who earns his living by the sweat of his hands or his brow 10 comprehend what sums of money were represent d by the chips upon these tables. A great Wall Street operator sat in Napoleonic attitude. with his head down on his breast hands folded on his stomach and hat tilted over his eyes. at the head of the table with half dozen idlers behind and beside hlm-one an employe of tae place, on a high stool. watching all that went on. And this Stock Exchange nabob was one of the men who were playing. The stacks uf ivory lozenses in front of him represented SLIGO for each pile. The casekeeper, with his little Chinese frame of ivory markers strung upon wires. tallied each card played by the dealer opposite, who dealt in the most leisurely manner stopping to rake in or pay off the bets and taking. sometimes, seven minutes between deals There comes stage in faro when two similar cards can not or are not likely to be played one after another, and then the strong play begins. This stage has been reached and all the players were betting heavily, putting $500 here. Sl.0OO there. S250 elsewhere-and topping a pile of chips with d button now and then to bet against instead of on a card. The Stock Exchange nabob was on the other side of the casekeeper and veteran gambler was on the other side. betting hundreds where Wall Street staked thous- ands.
 A long. lean, thin-faced young man. evidently from the West wearing lounS- ing suit of blue flannel lightly stripped with white. lounged along, sat down by the Napoleonic onlooker and pulled from a trousers pocket thick, fat pancake of bank notes. Every note was 4 one-hun- dred-dclldr bill. He threw out five of these. received twenty chips lost them with promptness and dispatch and then threw upon the green cloth Sl 900 more.
 'Who?" l asked.
 Johnny - of Denver. d bookmaker."
 "Getting rid of his days winnings at the races?" 1 ventured
 No: he was hit hard at the races to- day. He always has stacks of money"
 What an enviable man, What de nghtful reputation and condition, May he come to no grief. and may the last man to whom he losses a hundred-dollar bill be a stone cutter, who shall engrave upon his headstone: Here lies Johnny Dash of Denver. He always had stacks of money"
 do not understand faro. I can not master it "on the salary l get as Frederick Remington, the artist, would say. l saw. so much money paid out and paid inN and moved about in. little ivory columns of so many colors-all without the fainteSt idea of how or why 1t came and went or why so much of it dawdled idly on the board as in no other game l ever saw, where quick and agile CroupierS knew their business-that came away hopelessly befoggled. paus- ed a moment by roulette wheel. A mere boy, with the touch of a mothers caresses still on his chubby cheeks, came by my side and, rolling up a hundred dollar bill into pellet. flung it on a number. The croupier knew his calling and gathered it Tn. The youth crumpled up another yellow rag and tossed it after the first. His aim was true, and it fol- lowed it's mate into the till Five times he did this. and then. having made his sacrifice upon the altar of the ruling deity of the village. he lighted cigar ette-With a match. not a bank note-and went beside me into the street.