The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1905-06-18
LONG MINDED POKER GAME.
Man Still Playing Hand That Was Dealt in Az

club sat at luncheon in d base
ment cafe the other noon. and between
the consomme and coffee ground out
the usual amount Of poker history. One
young fellow, the infant of the club
was the most laxative at the b gin
ming Of the meal.
once had an encounter with a
desperate westerner." he said, the
weapons being cards, the game was
poker, the Old familiar jackpot which
SO often figures in profane history. and
the principals were each armed with
straight lushes.
1T was a doHer limit game con-
tinued the young man. and we bst
sixty-seveH times, and then called
him. He had a sequence flush. queen
high, and I had one king high. You
should have heard him swear
A qui5t looking elderly man, in a
pastoral sort Of black bTOadclOth suit
and felt hat with a broad bTim- such
as are worn by colonies" and ma
joys, listened with great attention to
the story, and at its conclusion ex-
claimed with candid establishment.
You called him."
The yoUngster flushed and acknowl-
edged his guilt
A Game Fifty Years Old.
''WeH, w5H." said the old man. shak-
ing his head, the times are certainly
not what they used to be. You see,
1 come from Tennessee, and we are
not up TO the way of doing business
this way down thar.
Why, I'm yet playing hand that
was dealt my father way back in 81
70 hon J q MI.
treeSboTo got into game one night
of that year, in September. an they
bet, an they bet, an BIT. When they
ran out of cash they bet mules and
horses, and then 0iggerS. and finally
commenced betting acres of land. and
when they ran out of everything it
was agT5 ed that their hands should be
put in sealed envelopes, marked and
kept in the vault of the bank till both
got more stuff
Wei, II went. of an on. until both
father and. Judge Dublin died, then
young Dublin took his fathers place,
and [ suppiauted my father. Well.
gentlemen, We are still betting. and
there's no sign of quitting, but I would
certainly like to see those two hands
before / die sighed the old man as
he concluded. I can't reform till some
one gets beaten"
Speaking of gambling" remarked
another OF the group as he dug his
fork into slice of bread. i had q
queer experience on a sleeper on a
western train once upon a time.
-Four or five of Us had been playing
poker in the smoker. and. growing
tired, laid by for rest and began tell
ing stories.
The only man not i'm the game was a
GTay-Whiskered old fellow curled up i'm
corner with his SLOUGH hat hiding
most of his face, and when the story
telling began I noticed that he. too.
seemed 10 come TO life again. though
he didn't come from behind his hat.
A one-eyed man. evidently d gam
bier, had got most of our cash. and
ne was doing the most of the story
telling.
You s-e this gone eve Of mine. or
rather here 10 used to be- he asked
with an ugly smile. Well I got that
over game of. poker thirty years ago
when I was In the ueighborh0od of
Il and he paused a moment. as If I'm
reflection Then he resumed.
I had been whO0uirrE 1t uD n-r-tv
lively, and one night I won all the
money Frisco sharp had and we had
some words l wasn't thinking about
shooting when SUdd My the sharp
pulled his gun and bIazcd away and
/ was minus a pepper and he paused
AGAIN, seeming ohliViouS for the mo-
4
he proceeded with his story
II was NOR than two months he
fore / was on deck again, and by that
time the chap had left the country. and
YOU can rest easy that ! have been
laying for him ever since. and If I
ever set that good eve ON him TN
shoot him dead. 50 help me Bob Rid
ley
He Wasn't the Man.
The man was terribly i'm earnest
] could soc that and I confess that Z
felt nervous. becaus. I didn't know
any Of the crowd and one Of them
might have been the very man
Before ] had much time Ia devote
10 the subject, however. the old man
IN the corner got UP and stood straight
before the one-eyed gambler.
Do 7 look like that man YOU are
hunting he asked iierceIy
In an instant the gambler had him
covered with his gun, but ne was
COOL wasn't. The old man stood be-
hind me.
You don't he replied, scanning him
hunETily.
But thirty years makes "a good
many changes suggested the old
The gamblers one eye began TO
glitter.
I don't think you are the man. he
replied. slowly.
" know I'm not asserted the old
fellow. with a mild sort of laugh as
If he enjoyed the situation. and inst
at that moment an attendant entered
and with word of explanation To the
effect that the old gentleman was -
lunatiC in his charge. he took him off
and put him 90 bed. and 7 dare VEN
turc the staten -ut that we all felt
better; at least ! know I did" and the
narrator breathed sigh of relief
Was the old fellow the man who
had SHOT out the gamblers eys9~ asked
one OF the party.
Blame if ! know" was the reply
as he scratched his chin thoughtf111r,-
None of US thought TO ask who he
was
The next story related was by for
mer member of the Indiana delegation
to congress, who has seen a great 5r.lr
of life on the plains and i'm the mirfr-
camps nut who Is now practicinz ls,.-
IN Chicago. II was an Interesting story
of game of poker and a suhseuurr-
tragedy of which he was an iuvoIuntar--
witness few years ago. The uTs.r
was one of those live mining towns i'm
New Mexico where everything was on
the boom and gambling houses were I'm
full blast, as they are i'm all frontier
towns.
I dropped in one day he bersr
Just TO see how the bows We're -etrf--
along \ game of poker was i'm proc-
reSs at one OF the tables and If ar
traCted me as there were two mon in,
it whom / knew personally. They were
both pretty tough characters. and one
Of them was a desperate who was
feared from Texas 10 Montana.
He was one of those quiet fellows. of