The Hope pioneer. [volume] (Hope, N.D.) 1882-1964, 1908-11-26
A COLD FLOODED MONARCH.

table the fascination Of the game made
him absolutely dead to all externals
and even to decency and humanity.
On n occasion when he was playing
for heavy stakes Of his opponents,
overcome by excitement, collapsed in
his chair in q At Of apople1y. His
majesty affected to ignore the incident
until some one exclaimed, IN. de Chau-
velin is I'LL" ''Il?" retorted the king,
casting a careless glance at the strick-
en- man; "he is dead. Take him away.
Spades are trumps, gentlemen
Equally weird is a story Goldsmith
tells. When the clergyman arrived to
prepare a lady ~par1shioner who had a
passion for gambling for her approach
ing death the lady after listening for a
short time to his exhortation exclatm-
ed: "That's enough! Now let US have
a game of cards." To humor her the
parson consented to play. The dying
woman won all his money and had
just suggested playing for her funeral
fee when she fell back and expired.
In the early years Of last century a
whist club composed largely Of clergy
men used to meet in the back room Of
a BARRIERS shop in a Somersetshire
town. On one occasion, so the story
runs, when four Of the club members
were acting as pallbearers at the fu-
neral Of a reverend brother, some delay
occurred, and the coffin was set down
in the chancel. One Of them produced
a pack Of cards and suggested a rub
Der. The coffin served the purpose Of
a table, and the players were deeply
ton arrived to announce that every
thing was at last ready.
Mazarin's passion for gambling was
so strong even in death that he played
cards to the very end, when he was so
weak that they had to be held for
him, and the "merry monarch" spent
his last Sunday on earth playing at
basset round a large table with his
great courtiers and other dissolute
persons and with a bank Of at least
$4,000 before him.
The curious fascination cards possess
for their devotees is illustrated by the
following story Of Lord Granville, at
the time ambassador to France. One
afternoon when he was about to re-
turn to Paris he repaired to Graham's
to have a farewell game Of whist, or
dering his carriage to be at the door at
4. When it arrived he was much too
deep in the game to be disturbed. At
10 o'clock he sent out to say that he
was not ready and that the horses had
better be changed. Six hours later the
same message was sent out, and twice
more the waiting horses were changed
before he consented to leave the table
after losing 10000.
An equally remarkable story is told
Of George Payne, the great turf plum
ger Of seventy years ago. On one occa-
sion he sat down at Limmer's hotel to
play cards with Lord Albert Denison,
later the first Lord Londesborough.
Hour after hour passed. The game
proceeded all through the night and
long after day dawned, and 1t was not
until an urgent message came to tell
Lord Albert that his bride was waiting
for him at the altar Of st. Georges.
Hanover square, that the cards were
at last flung down. It was Lord AL
bert's wedding day, and he met his
bride 100000 poorer than when he left
her on the previous day.
One Of the most romantic of gam
bling stories is told by Mr.. Thiselton-
Dyer Of a plainly dressed stranger who
once took his seat at a faro table and
after an extraordinary run of luck
succeeded in breaking the bank.
Heavens" exclaimed an old, infirm
Austrian officer who had sat next to
the stranger, "the twentieth part of
your gains would make me the happi-
est man in the world!' "You shall
have it, then," answered the stranger
as he left the room.
A servant speedily returned and pre-.
sented the officer with the twentieth
part Of the bank, adding, my master,
sir, requires no answer" The success
full stranger was 500 discovered to be
the king Of Prussia in disguise.
The most costly game Of cards on
record was probably that in which the
late George McCulloch, chairman of
the Broken Hill Proprietary company,
once took part. A syndicate Of seven
had been formed to finance the IA
nous Broken Hill silver mine, and Mr..
McCulloch was one Of the seven. One
day, while sitting in a shanty at the
foot Of the hill, McCulloch offered a
fourteenth share in the mine to a
young man named Cox for f2OO.
Cox would only offer f120, and after
much haggling 1t was decided to set
tle the dispute by a game Of euchre.
If Cox proved the winner he was to
have the share for f12O. If he lost he
was to pay f180 for 1t. He won and
for the absurd sum Of f12O became
owner Of the share which a few years
later was valued at f1.250,OOO.-Lon-
don Tt-Bits.
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