Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1903-04-04

Then turning suddenly on his heel he
poked his head through the smoking
room window overlooking the table
and as though in fun he asked:
"'What's the limit?'
"The bull fighter was sitting oppo-
site the window dealing the cards, and
scarcely looking up he replied as he
turned up card:
".All that's in front Of me-
"The don stepped quickly around in
to the door, and taking the vacant
place at the end Of the table In front
Of the bull fighter held up small gold
ring set with a diamond and two ru-
bies. The bull fighter glanced from his
pile to the ring and nodded assent.
Then the don put the ring on one side
Of the cards saying: 'Copa de oro,' and
reaching out for the cards, signified
his intention Of dealing.
without a word the bull fighter
handed the cards across the table, and
the don after shutting them turned up
a caballo. One Of the three cards on
the table was a caballo. The don had
lost and the bull fighter took the ring.
"'My sombrero?'' said the Mexican
with an accent Of inquiry, twirling his
big hat on his fist as he threw down
the cards.
"The bull fighter again nodded and
picked up the cards to deal, while the
Mexican again picked out the copa de
ora. Again one Of the other cards
came out of the pack and the don had
lost. The hat went over to the bull
fighter.
"The Mexican grew loquacious.
"T don't believe there is copa de
orc in the pack said he, peeling off his
richly embroidered jacket and holding
it up to the bull fighter.
1.-THE bull fighter never flinched, but
signified that he would take the jacket
and began to deal again. The game
was growing interesting and we all
pressed around the table to see the re-
suit.
1.-THE Mexican had grown as reckless
as loquacious, for his coat was soon
gone, and he next held up his six
shooter, which in another two minutes
was keeping company with his coat and
hat which the bull fighter was piling
up on the seat by the side Of him.
"The don was busted now sure, and
he looked around helplessly at the
crowd, and then down at his trousers,
and then at the bull fighter.
"T can't take them off right here,
he said, but I'll stake them, and II you
win, you can let me have an old pair
TO put on. They match the coat and It
will be no good without Them
1--WE wanted to hurrah for the Mexi-
can. The bull fighter looked around at
us in sheepish sort Of way as though
we thought he was stealing the Mexi-
cans outfit, but he took him up. We
thought the Mexican would surely win
this time, but he didn't. The bull
fighter turned up the wrong card for
him and there he stood In his shire, the
only thing he had had left and that
wasn't worth stalking on anything he
had lost. He looked around at us just
as though he didn't know what to do
next.
"Then the tall Texan who had sud
denly disappeared, came in again and
before we realized what he was d6ing
he was lifting the don's internal little
monkey over to him. The Mexican
grabbed that monkey as though it
were a long lost-child, or at least the
best thing he had ever owned.
"'Damn the monkey said the bull
fighter as the Mexican held il up to
him.
TIA! ha!' laughed the Mexican. the
monkey feazes you; you've lost your
nervei'
"You would have thought it was the
bull-fighter that had lost everything
and not the Mexican, but the Mexican's
accusing him Of losing his nerve set
tied it.
"'You can sell the monkey said the
Mexican. The ladies all want to buy
him.
"Tll stake your trousers on the
monkey, then,' said the bullhghter and
he picked up the cards.
I'VE just held our breaths at that
nervy little Mexican in his shirt sleeves
with the monkey perched on his left
shoulder, placed his finger on the copa
de orc, the card that had been against
him all the evening. And then I'll be
switched If the Spaniard didn't turn up
the copa de orc from the pack. The
don had won back his trousers, and
the monkey was still his.
"He seemed to know that his luck
had changed, for he didn't look at US
and grin, as he had done before when
he lost, but was serious as he challeng-
ed the Spaniard to play him back his
hat and coat, which were no good
without the trousers, he said. The
Spaniard seemed to know that he was
up against 1t, for he shuff1ed the cards
and slid them over to the Mexican to
deal, but it made no difference. The
hat and coat went back where they be-
longed on the don. and then he got his
six x-shooter.
His luck f1uctuated bit, and ex-
pected to see him quit, but there was
no quitting in him. He got his ring
back and then he laid for that bull
fighters pile.
Il think the Spaniard would have
liked to get out with a whole skin,
but he didn't dare show less nerve than
the Mexican, so he stuck to it till the
last of that pile went over to the Mex
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