The Globe-republican., 1908-06-11
TWO GOOD EXCUSES
WHERE MEN HAD RIGHT 70 QUIT
POKER GAME.
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that the fellow playing opposite you In
poker game has cold feet when he
hasn't" said man from Cheynne. 4
sat IN Z four.handed game In Z hotel
room In Denver one night q few years
ago. knew two Of the players, but
the other was = stranger to all three
Of ~.
WED been introduced to him by
somebody or other In the lobby Of the
/ hotel, and when We said we were 20
Ing upstairs to play . little draw he
asked TO be allowed to sit In. He was
. guileless sort Of young fellow and
was. we understood, the manager Of 3
big Wholesale grocery Arm in Denver.
We hadn't started the game till
after midnight, and before We knew II
the light Of dawn began to dribble In
at the windows. BY that time the
young man who managed the whole
sale grocery was into the three of m
to the tune Of of about $500 an told.
When he saw the daylight creeping
IN he announced that 1t was pretty
nigh all of 80 far as he was concerned.
But We jollied him out Of that idea,
and 80 he played on. winning right
along. But at nine o'clock In the
morning he gave q look Of alarm 1t
his watch, pushed back his chair sud-
denly and said that he guessed he'd
better cash in.
Entirely without Justification all
three Of us set up the cold-feet boiler.
What's the matter-chilblains" we
asked him, sarcastically. Feel .
draught on your tootsies? It's won
der you wouldn't see q chiropodist for
what ais you! Here 1t is Just the
shank Of the even-the morning, and
you're running of like a."
Gosh blame It all! I'm going to be
married at II o'clock this morning
only two hours from now-and I've
got to skate homo and get into my
weddin' toys, haven't IT
Which was the truth, a. We verified
It later. OF course We had to apollo
gise to him for accusing him unwar-
rantably Of being . victim Of frigid
lower extremitiss, and I guess he
started to keep house with the pat
thousand he took away from the three
Of us.
II got into o little game with a
sheriff l knew in southwestern Colo
RADIO, and after We were well under
way . big, weather-bronxed chap,
wearing rather q serious countenance.
as It struck me at the time, poked his
head In at the door Of the sheriff's,
which was inside the Jail, where we
were playing.
"'Come on In, Jeff,' said the sheriff,
good naturedly. Want to slam into
this?
"Jefi didn't mind II he did. he said,
and he disappeared for minute and
returned presently with sack filed
with gold money. He bought 500
worth Of chips, and the cards began to
filter his way from the tap Of the
drum.
Before an hour was over I was
burned sorry the sheriff had invited |
him to sit in, for he had more than
$500 Of my pieces Of eight. and 1t
didn't look like JET knew how to lose
at poker any way he or we played the
game. He got into the sheriff just as
hard as he did into me, and the longer
We played the more Jeff accumulated.
"Along toward two o'clock In the
morning Jeff looked up at the clock
and said he reckoned he'd drop out
that he had few letters to write and
such like trifiing excuses. / felt like
being real -ude to Jeff, and ! was Just
about to tell him that two o'clock In
the morning was a mighty untoward
hour for q man to pry himself loose
from q game in which he was such
q big winner, when my friend the
sheriff gave me kick on the leg under
the table.
80 didn't say anything while
JET cashed And when JEFF took me
by the hand babe me good-by with q
good deal more fervor than the cir
cumstances appeared to call for. i
wondered heap just what kind Of
Jeff was anyhow. He
stuffed his winnings into the bag he
had brought into the ONCE with him
and moseyed out.
"'Well, i said to my friend the
sheriff then. you took that good and
easy, didn't you? ! figured that you'd
let out one little roar, anyhow, over
that fellows hiking away with sol
much of your good dough in his gun
nysack-not to mention mine--butl
you didn't seem to-
Steady, there, podner.' said the
sheriff, splitting renectively at the
stove. Maybe would-'a called Jeff
some, but you see I'm a-goin' to hang
Jeff at 1880 this mornin', and reckon
he wants to git ready for his little pa
rade across the border