Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-01-13
Bv Clarence L. Cullen.

A.. hot Is won after the money has been
collected.
This may look Mt first sight like a
remark denoting a perfect mastery OF
the obvious But ii isn't exactly. There
Is plenty of difference between thinking
you've won wager and obtaining the
coin. No one knows this better than
certain dead game of Washington, who
has been trudging about the streets with
a sort of dazed look on his face for the
past week
lie was seated on the high stool next
the ticker. calling off the tape in a
Washington bucket shop, and waiting
for Brooklyn Rapid Transit to do some
thiug.the patient persona week ago
Yesterday forenoon. when a pal of his
who occasionally gets good~things from
the winter tracks ambled along and
handed him "A meaningful poke in the
mldrin
Come over here" said the pal mo-
t"ning the dead game to a corner "a o. r. ite
blackboard room. Il would ward with
you betimcs.'
The man at the ticker climbed down
from the high stool and accompanied
his friend to the corner of the room
Il got "a hot one from New Orleans,
WHISPERED the dead games friend. Chile
con carne. Babekovitch. It'll street in
Cake walk. me-upsky. Be big
WHAT'S its manner asked the dead
game You member that last one you
slipped me was a hrkin o grease
Ssh sh-sh, not so loud" interrupted
his friend Can all of that Srouchy
stuff This is the bung-bungs in the
original package. It's one of those fix
eriuos. only way it can lose is to hop
the outheld fence and fail down in front
of an oil train. Pipe from Pipeopolis 49,
We'll, what's the blamed things name :?
in.Taticntly asked the dead game. VINO had
one eye on the bucket shop blackboard, 10
see If b. r. T. showed the faintest symptom
OF doing anything.
We'll. it's one of Madden's ex-tricks:
said his friend, in his hoarse whisper II
Adbell, in the last race at the Fair Grounds.
Now, don't unload that wagon-load o
knocks about Adbell. but"
''Adbell is a gum-drop that's been rained
on" put in the dead game. He couldn
win "A race at Brightwood. He couldn
Seat a little girl roller skates. Say,
Hhere do you pick up these dad blamed
'Sh-sh-sh! flag that grunt stuff, l tell
sou" interrupted his pal. There is where
Xm there with the know junk, I'm a-telling
you. and if you don't go to it you're camp
ing out at Giesboro Point. It's the blue
ribbon thing of the meeting. Adbells
lump o. glue l know that but they're go
ing to shoot enough hop into him today to
float fleet of naphtha launches, and he's
going to lummoX home like fat man
hanging on to the bowsprit of an ice yacht
E en- so. Take this from me. / got letter
putting me hep to it week ago, and here's
the telegram | just received from my man
down there and he flashed the wire paper
The message read:
"AG'bell on skids. Go to it with all you
can get. Milky chance to lose. It's al
ready In
. We'll. 1 wish it was something else than
that Adben Angorra." said the dead game.
rehectively. You're going to 1t hard?
I'm going to crack off fumty on IT.
replied his pal. producing $50 note and
erasing the creases from it. That's how
nice 1t looks to me-
who you going to get It down with in
CURED the dead game.
Going to Baltimore to get it down In
that Westport ROOM replied the pal
Want to get the opening odds. or maybe
the house betting, and L think the house
betting'll be pretty toppy. I'm going right
away. SOS to be over there in time for the
house betting"
well. I'm in for fifty. too" said the
dead game, and he loosened two twenties
and a ten thing from his bundle and slip
ped them TO his friend. I'm not stuck on
that Adbel kind, but if it's all to the
THE red boards down already, bo. he
interrupted his friend. and then he foped
Quit was then close to the hour of noon
to make the station for a Baltimore train,
while the dead game resumed con
sideratiOn of the blackboard to see II H.
r. 7. ever. by any faint chance, intended
10 move one way or the other more than an
eighth of a point. 1t didn't do any good,
one way or the other. until closing time
noon on Saturdays-and so he strolled out
and got some lunch and then frivoled
around. playing billiards and such like, till
the returns from the tracks began to fit In
AT half-past = he found out that Adbell
had won. The price given was II to l. The
dead game swelled up like Count Boni buy
ing ST 600 blue fox overcoat.
"Oh. / spoSe I'm the punkerino when 1t
comes to that bunch stuff" he said to him
self. Il guess l don't know when to fall for
the right kind or anything. Twelve to one,
hey? Well that's closing odds l suppose
my pal got as good as 20 to l. opening odds,
and that doesn't make me a thing but one
thousand round iron men to the goodsky.
Wretched, yes? I'm the lob with that know
fng-when stuff. nor And he took peek
at himself in the bar mirror and called HIM
self Old King Cole.
Come on, fellers" he said to a group of
his bunch who'd been inhaling little beer
for themselves at the bar. Il just win
little change-thousand or soon this trick
that used TO be Maddens-Adbell you know
the mutt-and we'll lap up little of the
wealthy water heyT
He slowed the bunch in an alcove. and
they put away six quarts in a short space
OF time. The dead game didn't care any
thing about money Wasn't he away out In
front?
Fact is" he was saying to himself as he
watched his friends gurgle up the cham
payne maybe the boy got as good as 30 to
/ against that piece OF Edam. Probably the
inside crowd knocked the price all 10 Sinltf-
Greens To make it only y TO l. l guess I've
got swell chance TO yank down as good as
fifteen hundred with that fifty
The wine got the red corpuscles tingling
in him. and when he strolled away he re-
mepbered that he'd sort of sidestepped get
ting his wife for Christmas that neat little
diamond brooch that she'd liked in the win
dow 80 much. He had staked her to set OF
side combs instead.
Guess | might as well fall for that
brooch now" he said TO himself. 1--WE got
six hundred in my kick, and it's all velvet.
with a basketful more to come, and she's
the finest little woman earth, when 1t
comes to that. and l s'pose / won't make
hit or nothin when l fash the brooch on
her in its little purple case. hey?"
So he traipsed up to street, looked the
brooch over and dug up hundred and
seyenty-fye for II without pang. That
nElnl.ra to him and h.