The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1903-10-04
Poker Game That Shocked Conscientious Spectator.

that the way of the transgressor was
certainly hard.
So it had gone on until Fastnet was
nearly abeam. Then the great hand
uncovered itself.
A Big Jack Pot Arrives.
1t was jack pot that had gone
around unopened for three or four deals
and was highly Sweetened. Finally the
theatrical man, who was sitting third
from Brown on the right, opened with
a bunch of blue chips, that represented
in the large language of the game $500
each, instead of the 10-cent pieces of
settlement day. The Philadelphia mer-
chant. who was next, came, in with a
whoop, and then Tom, the Cleveland
lawyer, followed.
Brown looked at his hand and seemed
to study the chances. He had pair Of
jacks, an ace and two spot cards.
The superheated conscience behind
him breathed very hard, nearly burst
ing with desire to warn the cattleman
not to go in, but his telepathy was
faulty, and Brown didn't know of the
bunch, so he followed his luck and
Clipped along. Then Jim, who sat on
his left, hoisted in another bunch Of
blues, with the cheerful remark that
he thought it was time to give Dave the
benefit of a little grading.
The oil man hustled in and it was up
to the opener again. He raised back,
because, he said, he wanted to see
Brown rocked we'll enough so that he
would sleep quietly after it was over.
The conscience was working overtime
when it came to Brown again, and now
it got terrible shock, for Brown took
hand at raising, remarking that the
hand that rocks is the hand that rules
the world. They all stayed, but Browns
raise seemed to have given them plenty.
On the draw Brown held only his
jacks. He noticed that the opener took
two cards and the others three each.
There was no one-card draw, and SO,
he thought, the chance of meeting a
straight or flush, or a straight flush
was very small.
Then he picked up his own cards and
found that he had drawn the other two
jacks and king. That made four aces
and four kings that he had accounted
for, and with no straight flush possible
to go against he figured that the pot
was his, for the chance that there
would be four queens was too small to
be reckoned with.
The betting began with good stiff
bunch of blues from the opener. The
Philadelphia merchant had failed to
help his hand on the draw and quit
with an audible regret that he was
not to be in at the SHINING of Brown.
Tom took a shy at it, but there was
a slight hesitancy about his way of
showing UP his chips that indicated
either a very deep guile or a slender
hand. Brown took a good-SiZed chance.
He suspected that the desire to hit him
would lead some one to raise, and so
he merely Clipped in to get the others
along as far as he could before he
went out after them, on the principle
that the longer they stayed in the fur
Their they would go when he set sail.
Give Brown Another Rock.
Jim, however, merely saw the bets,
and Brown thought his chance was
gone, when the oil man came In with
whoop and boosted the pile hard one
"One more for poor old Davei" he
said, as he showed UP the chips
"Still another" said the theatrical
man, and piled up another raise.
The onlookers were beginning To
buzz at the size of the pot, and the
superheated conscience behind Brown
was very near the melting point. A
few degrees more and it would begin To
go off in thin vapor.
These raises were too many for Tom
and he threw down his hand, declaring
disgustedly that 1t certainly was a
shame the way some men from the
West could handle the cards. even
when they did not deal. Brown saw
that his chance had come and he gave
1t whack that made the others sit un
and ask themselves how many cards
he had drawn. Also they asked him.
but he only smiled and looked wise.
and the extra-developed conscience
behind him couldn't help nudging him
not to tell.
Jim Clipped in again. and then it
was the oil mans turn once more. He
hao a me stack of blues in front of