The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1904-02-21

streak lasts, all Of us girls get rich by
asking him what he likes and then cop
pering his selection by placing the con-
system, isn't til?
IF didn't think 1t such great sys-
tenn right then | did an hour or so later
on, when the word ratified all over Butte
that the Suburban had been annexed bv
the horse Swede Sam didn't like-Afri-
cander
Merry Horse Gamblers.
And they're cracking nervy horse
gamblers out Butte way, too, down to
the last click Of the telegraph instrument
Il was taking luncheon at a Butte club
--one. of the most sumptuous clubs in
America-one day last summer. The
telephone In the grillroom was rugged Ia
the calling-off Joint, and the megaphone
was In place, the first race at one of the
New York tracks being about due.
II was seyen-furlong race, and the
fast but notorious gutter Demurrer was
In the lead all the way, as the mega
phone voice Kept bawling from the lifting
Of the barrier.
lengths came the voice through the meg
"a "A perky little chap with a white mus
rache, q big millionaire of Butte honDed
from his luncheon table seat and sung
out at the top of his voice:
Bet any man in the room ten thou
san even even, that Demurrer won't be in
Demurrer's a dog-but you're ONT
oaleo pack a big man at the lower end
III the frlilroom, getting to his feet the
instant ne heard the challenge.
He had no sooner taken the bet than
the megaphone announced the names ~
the three placed horses, and Demurrer
wasn't one of them.
The big man strolIed over to the little
man table with grin, scrubbed a check
Tor 10000. resting the check book on
. 1ne taple' and walked back to his table.
with the remark that Demurrer already
owed him about 100000 that he never ex-
pected to get back.
:. i remarked to the man was taking
being pretty nervy transaction on the
part OF the little man, laying $40 900
against the in-the- money chance of a
horse with an eight-lengths lead in the
slretcn, but he answered that that was
nothing.
",On the day Of the Brooklyn handi
cap, ne sald 70 me, "a bunch Of us were
sitting around in here when the race was
:" You'll remember that that was a
neck,a meek race between Irish Lad and
called off that Irish Lad was a head to
the good in the stretch, we regarded It as
q cinch that, Gunfire would cop, for she
was seasoned and keyed up after having
run several races, and it was Irish Lads
first time out last year.
We all said then that Gunnre would
tralpseky in Wen, dye see that little
mustache? He's the son of his dad, which
means that he's bulldog on a gambling
proposition.
You're all stuck on Gunfre, eh2p he
yelled. I'll lay every man In the room
TO !, In any amount. that Irish Lad wal
Tops her."
49, 1t looked good, and we slammed $50, :
zoo worth of Gunhre bets at him before
the megaphone got to singing again.
He watched our fingers go up, indi-
eating the amounts we wanted, said:
ure All on, and then the voice
" Irish Lad WINS"
The kid was pretty nearly as nervy
as the horse running for him, and he
won out on it,"
New York may have the equine mi
crobe, all right, and have it bad, but II
you want to see the place where they
just go to Butte. Mont, for few delirious
days.