The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1908-08-14

5sssSsSSSSE of those who fall be
EA meath the fascination
>"atE of that most exactine
sfzzEzzlfzzsB of mistresses, Dame
Roulette. In the great gilded sa
Ions, where the light of day is ex
cluded by curtains Of black and Grim
son muslin, where the senses are be
wildered by an apparent disregard
of wealth, and where the atmosphere
is heavy with that faint odor of per
spiration and perfume, it is the same
invitation to play rising above al
other sounds, year in, year out, Sun
days and week days-"Messieurs
faites yos jeuX!"
To frequeDters of Monte Carlo l re
quire little introduction. They know
me, perhaps, as familiar figure Of
rather funereal aspect, In frock coat
and black tie, strolling aimlessly
about, sometimes watching the play
at this table or at that, but more often
keeping close observation On one OF
other of the players who, like moths
around candle, are attracted to the
tapis-vert by golden expectations.
am an observer by profession, having
graduated under Mons. Goron, chief
of the Paris Surete, and afterwards
served term as croupier at the rou
de partie, and afterwards became ap,
pointed to the Office l now hold.
AS chief of the surveillance depart.
ment, my Office is no sinecure, for
truth to tell, the Cercle des strangers
de Monaco is the sink of Europe. An
interesting procession Of malefactors
and criminals OF the upper class seems
to filter through our salons year by
year, in blissful ignorance of the fact
that, when they mount the carpeted
steps from the Place, they are simply
walking into an International police
bureau. Little do they dream that, if
warrants are out for their arrest, it is
more than probable that in one of the
large albums in my private room be-
hind the bureau, where they present
their fictitious visiting cards to obtain
their carte d. admission, there reposes
a well-executed counterfeit present
ment Of themselves, together with a
brief and pointed statement of their
offense. In these heavy albums, each
devoted to separate country, | have
truly cosmopolitan collection. Nearly
every region on the face of the earth
contributes it's quota to my gallery of
celebrities, for whenever a delinquent
is known to have obtained a consider.
able sum of money by his crime his
description or his photograph is at
once forwarded to me, for the fatal
fascination which the roulette wheel
9 exercises upon those guilty of the
more serious offenses is truly astonish.
ing. Yet, when once they are recog
nized, either by myself or my as
sistants, they have as little chance OF
escape as they have of winning a zero
or the ami de la maison, as we know
it familiarly-on their first throw.
To discuss the morality of this, the
most picturesque spot on the whole
Littoral, or to hold a brief for or
To describe it as hell within a para
disc will perhaps suffice. Much has
already been written about wild
gaming and its dire results-much
that is true, but more that is false.
Yet, now for the first time, will be
shown in these "reminiscences the
manner in which the administration of
the Cercle des strangers renders as
sistance to the police of Europe.
AS may readily be imagined, a good
many romances in real life pass be-
meath the notice of one whose days
are spent at spot where drama is
continuously being played, and where
It is not infrequently varied by
tragedy. Truly, ours is strange
world-the world of Monte Carlo.
High play, or run of luck, always
interests me, tired as I am of the
eternal stakes of single five-franc
pieces; and it was this eagerness to
watch heavy risks which one after
noon attracted me to that roulette
table which stands at the further end,
to the right of the entrance to the
trente-et-quarante rooms. 1t was the
height of the Riviera season, bright,
balmy day in early February, a few
days before Carnival; the sea outside
was turquoise, the sky cloudless, and
the gardens were looking their best
and brightest, but, as usual, utterly
neglected by those eager crowds. A
glance around the tables showed me
that something unusual was in prog.
ress. The croupiers who are
changed each hour-chanced to be all
young men, and with such party the
game was always fast and furious.
They made it their boast that when.
ever these six came together they
played twice as quickly as the 'fogies''
did.
''Messieurs, faites vos jeux!" rose
sharply as / approached the chair OF
the chef de partie, and at the same
instant the croupier reversed the red
and black wheel, and with twist OF
the thumb launched the ivory ball on
its way along the circular ledge.
The excited players threw their sill