The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1908-05-30
TWO GOOD EXCUSES
WHERE MEN HAD RIGHT TO QUIT
POKER GAME.
Player Now 10 Wise TO the Fact That
Other Causes Beside "coId Feet"
May Make Gamblers Throw
Up Their Cards.

Up Their Cards.
Sometimes you're liable to imagine
that the fellow playing opposite you In
a poker game has cold feet when he
hasn't" said man from Cheynne. Il
sat In a four-handed game In . hotel
room In Denver one night few years
ago. knew two of the players, but
the other was stranger to all three
OF us.
WED been introduced to him by
somebody or other in the lobby OF the
hotel, and when we said we were go
ing upstairs to play little draw he
asked to be allowed to sit N. He was
q guileless sort Of a young fellow and
was. We understood. the manager of q
big Wholesale grocery Arm In Denver.
I'VE hadn't started the game till
after midnight, and before we knew 1t
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 us
to the tune OF OF about $500 all told.
when he saw the daylight creeping
In he announced that 1t was pretty
nigh all OF so far as he was concerned.
But we jollied him out of that idea.
and so he played on. winning right
along. But at nine o'clock In the
morning he gave look of alarm at
his watch, pushed back his chair sud.
denly and said that he guessed he'd
better cash in.
Entirely without justification all
Whats the Observation-Disclosures" we
asked him. sarcastically. Feel a
draught on your tootsies? It's won
der you wouldn't see chfropodist for
what ails you! Here 1t is just the
shank OF the even-the morning, and
you're running off like a."
"Gosh blame 1t all! I'm going to be
married at IL o'clock this morning
only two hours from now-and I've
got to skate home and get into my
weddin' toys. haven't 70
(which was the truth. as we verified
It lata. OF course we had to apollo
gize to him for accusing him unwar-
rantably of being Victim OF frigid
lower extremities, and I guess he
started to keep house with the pat
thousand he took away from the three
Of us.
II got into a little game with q
sheriff I knew In southwestern Colo
RADIO. and after we were well under
way big, weather-bronzed chap,
wearing rather serious countenance.
as 1t struck me at the time, poked his
head In at the door of the sheriffs,
which was inside the Jail. where we
were playing.
Come on in, Jeff,' said the sheriff.
good naturally. Want to slam into
this?'
"Jeff didn't mind n he did, he said.
and he disappeared for minute and
returned presently with sack filed
with gold money. He bought 800
worth Of chips, and the cards began to
filter his way from the tap of the
6oim.
Before an hour was over I was
burned sorry the sheriff had invited
him to sit in, for he had more than
5000 Of my pieces Of eight, and 1t
didn't look like Jeff 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 rude to JEFF, and was just
about to tell him that two o'clock in
the morning was a mighty untoward
hour for a man to pry himself loose
from a game In which he was such
q big winner. when my friend the
sheriff gave me kick on the leg under
the table.
so didn't say anything while
Jef cashed. And when Jeff took me
by the hand babe me good-by with a
good deal more fervor than the CIR
cumstances appeared to call for.
wondered heap just what kind of a
proposition JEFF was anyhow. He
stuffed his winnings into the bag he
had brought into the Office 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 so
much of your good dough In his gun
nysack-not to mention mine--but
you didn't seem to-
Steady, there. podner. said the
sheriff, splitting refectively 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
-ade across the border
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